Dropping Ferrok’s clitball into my hand, I idly wonder what would happen if I accidentally swallowed it someday.
We’re not going to find out.
I take hold of his cock and pop the clitball back in. “Approved, you can send.”
Ferrok disappears as another tip symbol flashes on the wall.
And that just leaves me and my new guy.
CHAPTER 3
“Volume to minimum.” I say and the bot drops it down to barely audible. “Give me the cheat sheet: Likes? Dislikes?”
I wait for him to compile as I pull out a warm wet towel and clean myself off.
“Likes include: Teeth—biting is encouraged. Fingering—he will tip extra if you can take his full fist.”
That makes me laugh. Maybe someone else can do that for him, but I doubt I’d be able to manage it.
The bot continues on, ignoring my chuckle.
“Dislikes… none marked. He has only requested that any first interaction with a human woman does not involve lower body penetration with anything other than hands.”
Anything other than hands… “Why?”
“Unspecified.”
“Is he new to the club?”
“No.”
Interesting.
It doesn’t matter. If he wants a blowjob, he’ll get a blow job. If he wants a finger puppet, I can be that too.
I program the floor to place padding in the squares beneath him and kneel on it, pulling his cock down to the right height. “You can give him hand holes now.”
Three new dark circles form on the wall and hands the same orange as his cock poke through each of them.
“Fun.”
One of the hand holes formed below his cock. That one smooths up my leg until it finds the booty shorts of our ubiquitous uniform.
As I stroke his cock, he tickles at the hem of the shorts and strokes at the heat between my thighs.
I spread them wider and swirl my tongue around his cube-like cockhead.
He works the hem down and when he can’t get them anymore, his hand stills.
“He has requested tearing permission for your shorts.”
I didn’t know that was a thing. “Sure.”
A fourth hand—how many does he have?—pokes through, grips, tears… and my shorts are shreds a moment later.
The strips of fabric fall to the floor, vanishing through a momentary hole. And my new guy doesn’t hesitate to explore what he’s uncovered. He slides one thick finger along me, bumping my clit with his knuckles as he goes.
Oh.
