An Erotic Pic 1k Entry: Jedra by Adrianna Vincent - 07/19/2012

An Erotic Picture Worth A Thousand Words Entry: August 2012

“Mr. Valcompt, A.I. International has been in business for 35 years, and I can assure you that in all that time we’ve not had one dissatisfied customer. Our models are exquisite.”

“I understand that, but what I want to know is, has anyone ever been able to tell?”

“Tell?”

“Yes tell, I mean, I’m in a very high profile career and the last thing I want is to be exposed or made a fool of in the eyes of my colleagues.”

“Highly unlikely sir. There are ways to find out, but it would require intimate scrutiny and extensive research on the part of a very suspicious person. No, our handlers have taken great care to ensure complete legitimacy on the part of our models, so there would be no reason for suspicion in the first place. Please Mr. Valcompt, try to relax. Everything is going to work out perfectly, you’ll see.”

But Gregg worried. The last thing he wanted was to be discovered. After all, it’s not like he couldn’t attract women. On the contrary. His problem was the quality of the women he attracted. He was sick and tired of the liars, cheaters, back-stabbers and gold-diggers he always seemed to wind up with. He wanted a woman who was going to be fun, loyal and faithful, as well as one who would be game for what he was into sexually. A.I. International had all kinds of models and seemed like the perfect solution.

The one he chose was exactly that: perfect in every way. And when he met her he was nearly knocked over by her beauty – the photos didn’t do her justice. She was, in a word, outstanding. Granted, they had only just met yesterday, but already he could tell that she was beyond extraordinary, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman. But that was exactly why he worried: was she too perfect?

“Jedra? Sweetie, come here.”

“A moment darling! Just checking on the roast!”

Darling? That was a problem. She sounded like a fucking Stepford wife! It could be because she came from Croatia; a little cultural quirk, but Jesus, everyone was gonna know something was up if she kept talking like that. Well not to worry, he had plenty of time to fix that later.

Right now, he wanted to see how she handled him sexually.

He listened to her finishing up in the kitchen, and then watched as she entered the study, radiant and happy as a lark to see him. Christ, she was sexy, and he immediately began to get hard as she came and sat in his lap at the desk.

“What can I do for you, darling? Would you like a drink before dinner?”

“No thanks,” he said, sliding his hand up her thigh and under her short black pleated skirt, “Submission is what I’d like.”

“Oh, of course. Here?”

“Yes, here. Stand up and take your clothes off.”

Without question, she did as she was told, and stood before him in nothing but black pumps, a leather push-up, and a leather crotchless harness with black stockings. That harness might come in handy some day – Gregg had often wondered what it would be like to suck a nice big cock. He realized now that having Jedra would mean he could explore nearly every fantasy he’d ever had, without feeling self-conscious, worrying about losing her, or falling victim to hateful gossip. After all, he owned her.

“Beautiful.” Gregg ran his hands over her flawless ivory skin. How he wanted her, wanted to dominate her, control her, make her scream. Although he didn’t really want the neighbours listening. He smiled as he wondered if there was a mute button. But no, it wouldn’t be as fun if he couldn’t hear her.

“I’m going to hurt you.”

“Oh,… not really?”

“You’re going to love it.”

“I’m going to love it. Yes, oh yes, hurt me!”

Damn that was hot! Oh-oh, pace yourself Gregg, or you’re gonna cum in your pants.

“Get on the floor,” he said, “on your back; play with yourself.”

Jedra laid on her back, one hand beginning to squeeze her perfect tits, the other moving in circles over the lips of her smooth pussy. She moaned and writhed, truly seeming to enjoy herself. He told her to look at him, and when she did, her eyes sparkled. Remarkable.

From the bottom drawer of his desk, he produced some silk rope and proceeded to tie her hands to a leg of the desk above her head. He was rough with her, listening to her whimper. But despite her fear she would comply, she would always comply.

As she watched, he shed his trousers. One of Gregg’s best features was the above-average size of his cock, long and thick. He stood over her and stroked it, pulled on it, waved it at her, and she licked her lips as a rush of excitement thrilled through him.

He kneeled, straddling her chest and forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat. It was too easy.

“Fight me, just a little.” Immediately her throat tightened, and she squirmed and pushed at him, even gagged. Perfect.

“Suck it slave, that’s it, choke on it.” Gregg’s head fell back and his eyes closed, as his very own goddess sucked his dick like an expert.

He looked down at her again, watching her chest heave as she fought for the air that she didn’t really need. She even drooled out of the corners of her mouth as she serviced him.

He reached back and played with her puckered nipples, pinching and flicking, “Fuck you’ve got nice tits,” he said, giving one of them a slap to feel it jiggle, “nice, big tits.”

Continuing to suck him, she reached around and pulled his ass cheeks apart, questing for his asshole, tapping it, caressing it in circles. Gregg’s breathing quickened, “Mmm, Jedra – you are a sexy little thing aren’t you?”

She managed a muffled ‘mm-hm’ as she continued to play with his ass. She slowly slid a finger inside and he moaned, feeling his pulse race. Christ, she was good!

Pulling his dick out of her mouth, he quickly untied her and pulled her up from the floor, “Wait here,” he told her, as she stood like a statue, her head down, waiting for further instructions.

Retrieving a riding crop from the hall closet, Gregg returned and moved in behind her. He whacked the crop against her supple ass, and she jumped. He wrapped it around her chest and pulled back, causing her erect nipples to disappear into the soft pillows of flesh beneath them. He kicked her legs apart, and shoved the crop between them, sliding it backward between her pussy lips and up the crack of her ass.

Her head was still down, and he grabbed her shiny auburn hair and pulled it back, whispering to her that she was his, that she would always be his, that he could do anything to her that he wanted, and she would love it and beg for more. She nodded, trembling and he felt another rush of excitement and need.

His cocked pressed into her, poked and prodded, sliding between her legs along her slit, feeling her very realistic juices flood around it. He could even smell her. No longer able to stand it, he threw the crop aside, pushed her roughly forward over the desk and mounted her, immediately fucking her hard and fast, occasionally slapping her ass.

“Scream for me, you little bitch!” he commanded, and she did, her performance flawless. He yanked his cock from her and shoved it up her perfect willing ass, as she grunted with what sounded like pain. After a few strokes, he pulled out and fucked her pussy once more, really slamming into her as she struggled for purchase on the edges of the desk, paperwork and other items scattering everywhere. He enjoyed laying on the hurt a little, and it was hard to find a woman who was willing to put up with it, or who was even any good at faking it, let alone one who liked it.

She screamed again, and the sound was like an aphrodisiac flowing through his veins. His orgasm was suddenly right there, too close to control damn it, but he was determined to see hers first, “Cum Jedra! Cum for me! Now!”

She opened her mouth, issuing a veritable battle cry of lust, and her body began to shake, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing his own orgasm from him in the process. The two of them moaned and groaned and panted, their juices mixing together and dripping down the insides of her thighs.

Holy shit! He couldn’t believe how fast that was, but then, it had been a long time since he’d had sex, and he’d never been able to let go like that before, had never felt so powerful and alive.

Jedra was continuing to roll her hips in a slow fuck, milking every drop from him, and he decided to test her, “Did I please you, baby?”

“Oh yes, Gregg. That was amazing. I love it when you’re rough and forceful.”

Okay, the Submission program was a keeper. He’d play around with it a bit, trying different things, seeing how she reacted, making adjustments.

Next would be Program Three: Dirty Slut. That was gonna be fun. Then Program Four: Exotic Dancer. All in all there were fifteen programs, such as Drunk Ex-Girlfriend, Naughty Secretary, Horny Teacher, Mistress Jedra - each more exciting than the last. Cybernetics had certainly come a long way in the last few decades.

As for Gregg’s concerns about Jedra being ‘too perfect’, well fuck it. He no longer cared. This was way too much fun, and he was glad he’d chosen the Sex Slave model from A.I.’s long line of Companions. (Why any man would choose anything but the Sex Slave model, he didn’t know.) And, he could easily tweak her programming, making her more realistic and seemingly less perfect, when he wished her to appear that way.

He turned his attention to Jedra, still beneath him. His cock was softening, and he pulled it from her listening to her gasp. He helped her up and turned her toward him, giving her a deep, sweet kiss. Again, everything about it was perfect, and she seemed to melt beneath his touch. He wondered if anyone had ever fallen in love with an A.I. Companion.

The program now complete, Jedra gazed into his eyes, “Was that not everything you dreamed of, darling?”

“Yes, it was. But Jedra sweetie, don’t call me ‘darling’ anymore, okay? It sounds too old fashioned.”

She smiled at him, and then looked shocked as her main programming resumed, “Oh my goodness!  The roast!” She quickly gathered up her clothes and put them on as she made her way to the door of the study and out into the hall. Gregg began to pick up his own clothes, and then paused, deciding to try something.

“Jedra?”

Her voice came down the hall from the kitchen, “Yes, my love?”

He laughed and shook his head. It would seem she needed an upgrade in her vocabulary  regarding terms of endearment. And maybe he’d teach her casual swearing as well, to add a little authenticity to her programming.

“Never mind, we’ll talk about it after dinner.” He smiled and added, “Then we’ll fuck some more.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”