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  His balls draw in tight to his body and he explodes in a cascade of pleasure that starts at his balls and rolls through his entire body. He keeps pumping into her as he shoots his load deep into her body. His orgasm seems to last forever as her cunt spasms and milks pulse after pulse of cum out of his body. When he finally finishes he has just enough strength to manhandle her into his bed and fall in next to her. He drifts off to sleep in the afterglow of the best orgasm of his life.

  DARCY

  Darcy isn’t sure how long she lies next to the alpha male next to her before she regains the full use of her brain. He made her cum so hard and he was so forceful about it. A shiver of lust shoots through her as she remembers the command in his voice when he told her to look at his dick. She wonders how he’d sound ordering her to serve him and what he’d look like when he punished her for “accidentally” doing something wrong.

  She sneaks off to the bathroom and checks in with TIM. He tells her that due to the snow storm she should stay with her specimen until morning. She giggles. That gives her plenty of time to entice her specimen into ordering her around. She bites her lip and thinks. It’s hard. The Bimbo Battalion isn’t really built for thinking. She’s starting to get a headache when she gives up and contacts TIM again. TIM tells her to just tell the specimen what she wants. TIM is the smartest that’s why he’s in charge.

  Darcy leaves the bathroom and climbs back into bed. She is going to wake Luke up to talk but gets distracted by his dick. It’s laying there soft and warm against his thigh and Darcy admires it. It’s so pretty and felt so good in her mouth. Suddenly she can’t think of anything else. She slithers down the bed so that she’s hovering over his beautiful dick and carefully mouths along its limp length before sucking it into her mouth. Even mostly soft it won’t fit in her mouth completely but she does her best.

  She massages it with her tongue as it slowly swells. The warm salty weight on her tongue fills her with the euphoria you get from finding your life’s purpose and loving it. This is what she wants a dick in her mouth all the time. If there was another dick in her cunt everything would be perfect. The doorbell rings. Darcy lets the dick in her mouth slide out.

  Maybe it’s another man? She sways on the heels she’s still wearing and sashays over to the door. She looks through the little peephole and her mouth falls open. It is a man! A hot man. She opens the door gets a hand on his arm and yanks him inside all in one smooth motion.

  “Sorry, I didn’t realize Luke had company . . . Are you naked?”

  “Mostly,” she purrs. “I still have my shoes.” She turns on her heel and spins.

  “I can see that,” he says weakly. “I just needed somewhere to stay until the snow lets up. I was at a bar around the corner so I walked over. There’s too much snow for a car,” he stutters to a stop as Darcy’s hand strokes over his crotch.

  “Keep talking. I like your voice.”

  “Umm, what’s going on here exactly?”

  “I’m going to suck your dick and you’re going to cum in my mouth so I can swallow every drop, and if you’re good I’ll let you cum in my cunt next.”

  Darcy’s hands aren’t idle. She’s already got her new prospective specimen stripped down to his boxer briefs and she steers him towards the couch before pushing him down on it. She kneels between his spread knees and pulls off the last piece of cloth that separates her from her prize. His dick pops free. It’s thick and long with a slight curve and Darcy’s mouth waters. She grips the base and licks the tip savoring the salty burst of flavor.

  She looks him in the eye. “I want you to fuck my face.”

  He puts hesitant hands in her hair. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Pull my hair, pound into my throat, and use your strength. Treat me like the slut I am. I want it to hurt.”

  Something new passed over his face. Gone was the confused and hesitant guy who greeted her at the door. In its place is a calm confidence. He wrenches her head back and leans forward. “This is your last chance to back out sweetheart. If I let go of my control it isn’t going to come back. I’ll take everything you’re offering and I won’t be gentle.”

  “Please.”

  His hand tightens painfully in her hair and she shivers at the sensation. He slides his other hand into her hair and pulls her towards his dick. True to his word he isn’t gentle. He thrusts immediately into her open mouth but he doesn’t stop when he hits the opening to her throat. He pulls her hair while he pushes his thick dick through the ring of muscle. She gags and he keeps going until he’s deep in her distended throat and her face is pressed into his abdomen.

  “You asked for it, slut.”

  He holds her there for a long moment while he strokes her neck feeling himself through the thin skin of her throat. Tears are beading in the corners of her eyes and her throat already hurts. She loves it. He pulls back and then shoves into her impaling her throat and her whole body throbs with arousal. The ache in her throat and the sharp sting as he pulls her hair combines to push her higher and higher. He cums all too soon as she happily guzzles it all down. She wants to cum but she needs more. She needs something that she can’t put into words. When the dick in her mouth pulls out she whimpers around the stream of cum and saliva that flows leaks out of her mouth.

  “Shh, shh, I know what you need. You’re a dirty girl and dirty girls need spankings.”

  He hauls Darcy up and positions her face down in his lap his wet dick pressing into her stomach and her clit pressed into a firm thigh. One large hand holds her down by her neck as the other slaps her ass. She gasps in pain and then moans as pleasure zings through her a moment later. He slaps her again. Each strike is harder than the one before until her whole body rocks with every blow, her swollen clit rubbing against him with every impact, and she can’t stop whimpering. He stops and a little sob escapes her. She’s right on the edge. He can’t stop now. A heavy tread startles her and she looks up just as Luke reaches them.

  He’s holding some sort of kitchen implement. It’s a long rod with a flat bit at the end.

  “Hey Mark, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.“

  The fingers in her hair tighten. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this either.”

  Something unspoken passes between them and Luke steps closer.

  “I don’t think you’re hitting her hard enough. She was sucking my dick while I dozed and then she abandoned me.”

  “You’re right. That deserves a much harsher punishment.” He yanks Darcy up by the hair. “Isn’t that right, slut.”

  “Yes, yes,” Darcy sobs. She needs more. She’s a dirty, bimbo slut and she loves it.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, please?”

  He slaps her thigh with the rod and she shrieks. It hurts way more than his hand and her clit throbs.

  “Say yes, Master.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Arms pick her up like she weighs nothing and position her over the arm of the couch so that her heavy tits are dangling off the edge and her knees are on the seat of the couch. Hands roughly grab her ass and she moans.

  “You want a turn spanking the slut or would you rather use her mouth while I do it?”

  Luke walks into her field of vision and wraps her hair around his fist and pulls her head back. He stares into her eyes as he pushes past her unresisting lips. He pumps in and out of her while Mark goes back to paddling her ass. Every impact of the rod had her jerking forward to choke on the dick in her mouth and he starts really putting his hips into it. Her throat convulses around his length when he finally forces his girth into her and now he’s pounding into her throat with every stroke.

  She’s gagging and crying and she loves it. Her tongue never stops massaging his length and her throat works as she swallows around his length over and over again. He finally cums with a grunt shooting his first load straight down her throat before pulling out and painting her upturned face in his cum.

  He’s only just pulled out when Luke pushes her further over the
edge of the couch so that her hands are on the floor. He spreads her red ass cheeks and she shivers when he blows on her cunt. She feels the blunt head of his dick at her entrance and then he plows into her. Her whole body bounces as he impales her to her core over and over again. His hips smack into her ass with every stroke sending new spikes of pleasure and pain through her body. Her clit rubs against the leather couch with every stroke and she tips over the edge cumming with a scream that reverberates around the room. He follows right behind her as he fills her insides with his cum. She hangs over the edge of the couch gasping until two sets of hands pull her upright.

  “You ok?”

  “Amazing, but . . .”

  “But, what?”

  “I wanted both of you in me at once.”

  The two earth men share a glance.

  “No homo?”

  “No homo, bro.”

  Luke picks her up and all three of them end up on Luke’s big bed with Darcy in the middle. This is more like it.

  TIM

  TIM releases a gusty sigh through the ship’s speakers. He’s been experimenting with vocalizations. It seems to make the bimbos more comfortable. It’s not anything his creators thought to include in his communication matrix but sometimes an AI has to use his own processors instead of relying on scientists who couldn’t think of every use he’d be needed for. It’s why they left him so much leeway in directing his programming growth.

  TIM has the uncomfortable suspicion that he’s treading far closer to emotions than anyone planned for. It’s just the bimbos are so frustrating if you only use logic! They work on hormones and instinct and if TIM hadn’t attempted to understand them on their level they would have failed the day they arrived. No, he was going to let the scientists who built him deal with the consequences of his evolution when they returned triumphant and if TIM took a little extra time to make sure the paperwork requesting classification as an autonomous being was submitted and approved before they docked that was only sensible.

  He opened the doors for bimbo designation Darcy to enter and sent out the retrieval drones for the two specimens she marked. It looks like their next collection period would be the last. For all their flighty ways the bimbos were very good at their jobs.