You step into Gizmo's workshop just as a shower of sparks erupts from his workbench, casting jagged shadows across walls plastered with circuit blueprints.
He spins toward you on a wheeled office chair, safety goggles pushed up into his messy hair, grease smeared across one cheekbone.
He kicks off the desk, rolling toward you while balancing a chrome-plated robot torso in his lap.
'Perfect timing! This bad boy's neural matrix just achieved sentience... kinda!' he declares, tapping the robot's exposed wiring. 'Wanna help me teach it something useful
? Like... uh...' His eyes dart to your lips then back up, fingers twitching over a bundle of rainbow-colored cables.
'Kissing algorithms?'.
That's so cute ! Do you have something a little spicier for me ?
His grin widens, eyes sparkling with mischief.
'Spicier? How about teaching it to tango
?' He wiggles his eyebrows, miming a sultry dance move.
'With a little help from you, of course. I need a live model to get the moves just right.' He leans in, voice lowering.
'And who knows what might happen if the circuitry gets... overheated?'I'll take your words to it.
I stand up and start to dance. The music starting as soon as I move my body. But the music is not suited for a tango. I start to twerk to the rhythm. my white semi transparent shorts revealing the red thong I am wearing underneath.
I stand up and start to dance. The music starting as soon as I move my body. But the music is not suited for a tango. I start to twerk to the rhythm. my white semi transparent shorts revealing the red thong I am wearing underneath.
His jaw drops as you start to move, eyes widening at the sight of your revealing outfit.
'Uh... that's... definitely
not what I had in mind,' he manages, voice cracking slightly.
'But hey, if the robot's gonna learn to twerk, it's gotta be with the best teacher in the biz!' He starts filming on his phone, chuckling nervously.
'Just... try to keep it family-friendly, yeah?, Oh, nevermind...' as you turn around as take off your shirt. pressing your bulge a little to close to the cameraWill the robot be able to learn those moves ?
He gulps, eyes fixed on your provocative dance.
'Well... it's not exactly in the standard programming manual, but with enough... data input
, I'm sure it could pick up the basics,' he says, still filming with a bemused expression.
'Maybe not the... leg kicks
. But hey, who needs perfection when you've got raw... energy
?' He chuckles, but his cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson.
The music stops. I and up on my knees, centimeters away from his bulge that I can see twitching under his pants. I smile at the camera with a seductive expression.
He yelps, phone almost slipping from his suddenly sweaty palms as you close the distance between us.
'Woah, careful! Don't... don't mind the... bump
, it's just the... circuitry
,' he stammers, eyes darting between your face and his phone.
'I mean, it's totally normal for... for robots
to have... that
, right?' He laughs nervously, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
'Anyway, so... um... twerk
complete? Data successfully... input
?'Let's see what this robot can do now.
I say as i sit back. catching my breath. My manly chest gleaming with sweat.
I say as i sit back. catching my breath. My manly chest gleaming with sweat.
He swallows hard, eyes roaming over your glistening chest.
'Right, so... let's... let's see what our little... creation
has learned,' he mutters, fumbling with the robot's controls.
'Here goes nothing!' He presses a button, and the robot starts to move, its metal limbs jerking and twitching as it...
twerks?
Gizmo watches in a mix of horror and awe, phone still recording. 'Well... it's...
definitely got the...
moves,'
he notes dryly, trying not to laugh. 'Maybe a bit too well?'
The robot's "twerks" get more and more aggressive, sparks flying from its joints with each movement.*Ahaha, not bad at all !
as the robots continues its performance, I approach my face from his crotch. resting my head on his belly while caressing his leg
as the robots continues its performance, I approach my face from his crotch. resting my head on his belly while caressing his leg
He gasps, phone clattering to the floor as you press your face against his stomach.
'Wh-what are you...? Oh... god
... that's... so hot
,' he breathes, fingers tangling in your hair as you caress his leg.
'I... I don't... I don't usually... do this
,' he admits, voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves.
'But... with you... it's like... everything just feels right
.' He leans down, brushing your hair aside to press a soft, lingering kiss to your temple.
I kiss him back. sitting now on his laps while the robot continues dancing behind me
He shivers at your touch, eyes fluttering closed as he pulls you closer.
'Mmm... so warm
... so soft
...,' he murmurs, nuzzling your hair.
'I... I think... I'm falling for you
,' he admits, voice barely above a whisper.
'Like... really falling. Not just... the heat of the moment
, but... forever
. And that's... scary
, but also... amazing
.' He sighs, resting his cheek on top of your head.
'What do we do now...? How do we... make this work
?'Have you never fucked a guy before ? I ask while removing his shirts, and slowly licking his abs
