Prompt 21
What happens when you let AI take control of your sex life?
“I use it for almost everything,” James said, setting his wine glass on the table next to the spread pile of legal documents. It was 9:32PM, and the way the defendant’s documents were annotated in three different colors suggested they were going to be here all night. “I’ve even paid for a few of the upgrades. I think it’s super useful.”
“Really?” Sophie asked, her makeup worn soft around the eyes from an evening of staring at affidavits, expert declarations, and statistical exhibits. “Isn’t AI kind of…unethical?”
James shrugged. “We’re lawyers.”
Sophie pulled a face. “It just makes me uncomfortable. I don’t think artificial intelligence should be replacing human thought…”
“I used to think like that,” James nodded. “But now I kind of think…why deny yourself a tool if it’s available? Anyway, I only use it for the boring stuff. Emails. Shopping lists. Meal plans. It’s actually kind of liberating.”
“But it’s a slippery slope, isn’t it? Aren’t generative AI making music and painting pictures? That’s supposed to be our job, not theirs.” She took a sip of her wine. “What’s next? Is it going to tell us how to have sex?”
James laughed. “I bet it would be really good at that, actually.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Great! Human intimacy replaced by robots.”
James paused. “Not replaced. Enhanced. I mean…is it really that different from…well…you have a vibrator, right? That’s the same thing; technology enhancing intimacy.”
Sophie’s face flushed red and she looked down at the documents.
“Sorry,” James said, holding up one of his hands in an open-palmed gesture. “Inappropriate question.” He held up his glass in the other hand and pointed to it. “It’s the wine speaking.”
Sophie nodded, placing her own glass of wine down on the side table. She moved some papers around on her lap for a moment, pretending to read them. A new tension entered her apartment, and James continued, a little quieter now. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to cross the line.”
“It’s fine,” Sophie said, adding the stack of documents to one of the folders and picking up her wine again. “I do see what you mean, but a little vibrating mechanism is a million miles away from artificial intelligence…”
“Exactly; a million miles behind. You can’t stop progression. So you might as well get on board. Here, let me show you.” He picked up the laptop and began to type.
“What are you doing?” she asked, leaning toward the screen, intrigued despite herself.
He smiled, the light from the screen glowing across his face. “I’m just going to give it a few prompts to prove my point. Don’t worry, it’ll be purely theoretical…”
***
Sophie was on top of him, straddling his lap on the couch, shirt bunched around her ribs, her sheer bra revealing the outline of her nipples. Her hands were on his chest. His hands were on her thighs. Between them, his cock was pushed up against the soaked cotton of her panties, the fabric hugging his shaft. The legal documents were scattered around them, forgotten. Instead, they were watching the laptop, placed on the couch beside them, the webcam pointed at their bodies. On the screen, the next instruction appeared.
Do not remove her underwear. Instead, slide it aside and let her sink down onto your cock slowly. Make sure to watch her face as she feels herself filling.
James swallowed. Sophie’s eyes went wide.
How the hell did she end up here? This was just supposed to James proving his stupid point about AI, but things had gone so far since then. The interaction had started with a few questions, and gradually the questions became instructions. Sit a little closer. Ask a personal question. Give a compliment. The AI had guided them subtly and with tact, no single step feeling like a great leap.
And yet here they were.
He looked at her and she nodded, his fingers curling under the elastic of her panties and tugging them to one side. She gasped as the sudden nakedness of her lips, wet from their AI-assisted foreplay. He lined himself up and her breath stopped. She closed her eyes. Then, in one long, steady push, she sank onto him.
Fuck.
They both looked at the screen.
Sophie—do not move yet. Stay seated. Feel him filling you up. Say something that you know you will be ashamed of later.
Her lips parted to answer but she caught herself and paused. His cock was deep inside her now, her tits in his face, the taste of wine on her lips. Did she really want to do this? Her body answered for her; her pussy convulsing with need. Fuck it. What was one more step of compliance?
“Sometimes…oh fuck…” She moved her hips slightly, taking him deeper, her voice breathless. “Sometimes I like it when I feel like a slut.”
James’s fingers flexed on her thighs in response, and they both looked at the screen for more.
James—hold her hips and fuck her. Three slow thrusts. Then stop.
He gripped her, skin hot and tight under his palms. Raising her slightly, he pulled her back down and drove up into her. Slow and deep. She cried out, her breasts bouncing out of her bra, her nipples finally freed.
Then he did it again.
And again.
Then stillness.
Good job. Sophie, lean forward and present your breasts, allowing James to take your nipples in his mouth and suck on them. Your body isn’t just a promise—it’s surrender.
Both participants followed their given instructions.
“Fuck,” Sophie whispered, her hands gripping his hair as he buried his face in her cleavage, her legs wide. She gyrated her hips slightly as he licked and sucked. “This is so fucking crazy.”
James, ask Sophie if she would like to be fucked properly now.
But Sophie didn’t wait for him to ask. “Yes. Please. Come on. I need it so fucking badly.”
Sophie—please wait to be asked. James—hold her still until she is ready.
“Ohmygod,” Sophie breathed, lifting her hips, trying to bounce on his cock. James held her firm, not allowing her movements. She let out a frustrated cry, his cock still buried deep inside her.
James—ask her again.
“Sophie,” he asked, his voice strained, his own resolve weak now, his cock trembling inside her. “Would you like me to fuck you?”
Sophie licked her lips, her thighs full of tension and coiled muscle as her body continued to fight for what it wanted most. “Yes. So fucking much.”
They both looked at the screen, waiting for the next output. When it came a few seconds later, it was a single word.
Beg.
Sophie emitted a frustrated and bratty moan of pleasure and pain and anger and lust. The words that followed came out with speed and intensity. “Please fuck me. I’m begging you. I want you to own me. To take control of me. I want you to forget I’m your colleague and fuck me…”
James grabbed her by the jaw, tilted her head back. She gasped again, half-pleasure, half-surprise. He thrust his cock into her again. Hard. Sudden. Unforgiving. Again. Again. Their bodies moved together, urgent and rhythmic, the couch creaking beneath them. Sophie bounced in his lap, each slap of skin on skin driving them closer to the edge. Sophie was close already; James could feel her clenching around his cock.
James—tell her how it feels. Tell her how she looks.
“You are a goddess, Sophie. You’re incredible. You feel incredible. You’re…fucking…oh fuck.”
Sophie—tell him exactly how it feels as he fucks you.
“I can’t,” she moaned. “It’s too much…I…I’m going to cum soon…”
And then she did, her whole body locking around him, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. He wasn’t far behind. With a grunt and a desperate thrust, James buried himself deep, filling her full of his cum, his hips jerking, his arms shaking with restraint finally lost.
They collapsed against each other.
Beside them, the laptop screen still glowed.
Would you like another instruction?
Sophie didn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
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I think this series is just amazing
Damn, that was half scary, half hot as hell !🥵