The Lovetech Nano/Proxy
A short story from "Pink Mirror"
He was lying on the bed when he first felt it; a slow, wet pressure around the head of his cock, the kind of lazy suction that only came from someone who knew exactly what they were doing and exactly what he liked. His hips twitched upward and he blinked at the hotel ceiling, the TV remote slipping from his hand as he opened his legs wider. The movie on-screen continued playing to itself.
Then, without warning, the sensation left as quickly as it arrived.
His phone buzzed.
Did you feel that?
OMG yes. That felt incredible. What the hell?!
Good. I guess it’s working then…
And just like that, the sensation returned, taking him deeper this time. The full, plush heat of lips sliding down his shaft, a practiced movement of tongue that made his thighs clench. Hot. Wet. Unmistakable. If he closed his eyes, it was like she was right there in the hotel room with him, on her knees with her head between his legs, looking up at him with her eyes full of that familiar mischief. But she wasn’t. She was over five-hundred miles away, in another state, another city, sitting in their living room with her lips wrapped around The Lovetech Proxy.
When she had first removed the phallic-looking object from the packaging, he had been less than impressed. It looked like a normal dildo. Average sized, pink, and with a little green light at the bottom. He grimaced when she handed him the companion toy; a tiny jar of white cream titled The Lovetech Nano.
“It says to just rub it in like a moisturising cream,” she had said, reading the packaging with her glasses at the end of her nose as they sat in their bedroom together. “All over your cock and balls, apparently.” She giggled. “Then we sync it with the…uhhh…dildo proxy thing, and that’s it. The nanobots in the cream do the rest. You’ll be able to feel everything I do to this toy no matter where you are. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Hmmm. I love you, honey, but I’m not sure handing you a voodoo doll of my cock is a good idea.”
She laughed. “It’s not like that. It has sensation thresholds, limits on the feelings it can replicate.”
“So?”
She rolled her eyes. “So it can only transmit pleasure, dummy.”
“Damn,” he said, holding the pot of cream up to the light. “That’s no good for the masochists...”
She smiled. “C’mon. It could be fun. Especially when you’re on all those business trips without me…”
He had resisted a little longer, but eventually she had wore him down. That night, he had rubbed the cream into himself, the texture cold and slightly gritty. Now, halfway across the world, in a charmless hotel room, he was glad he had.
Very glad.
His cock pulsed helplessly against the phantom heat of her mouth. He could feel her lips stretch, her tongue flick, the warm saliva pooling around the base of his shaft. He was rock hard, slick with the sensation of a blowjob that wasn’t physically happening to him.
And yet it was happening to him. At least in all the ways that mattered. His phone lit up again. It was a call this time, and he answered with a grunt, chest heaving.
“Still enjoying it?” his wife’s voice purred in his ear.
He froze, a beat of confusion and fear and silence running through him, the sensation on his cock not slowing. If anything, it was getting more intense. “Honey?” he said, sitting up. “How are you speaking to me right now? Don’t you have your mouth around the…thing?”
“Oh, I did,” his wife said casually, unable to keep the grin out of her voice. “Now it’s Julie. From next door.”
Julie. His heart thudded. Julie was older than them by a few years. Full hips, heavy tits, and that lazy, amused voice; the kind of woman who answered the door barefoot, holding a glass of wine. The sensation didn’t stop. He could feel long, slow, greedy pulls on his cock.
“I was showing her the Proxy earlier,” his wife continued, breezy and light. “I was showing her how it works because she’s thinking of getting one for her husband. I thought she might like a little practice, first…”
He moaned again, helpless. “Oh…fuck.”
“Oh, so she’s good, huh?”
He could barely breathe, hips lifting off the mattress. His balls tightened. The feeling was so real; her pace, her rhythm, her stamina. Julie. From next door. Sucking his cock.
“She has no idea, baby,” his wife whispered. “None. But you love it, don’t you? Naughty little Julie, on her knees in our bedroom, showing off for me. I can see her tits jiggling every time she bobs her head. Should I let her finish you off?”
He whimpered.
“I could stop her,” his wife teased. “But I probably won’t. In fact, I might invite a few more of the girls over tonight. Have a little Lovetech party. Pass the proxy around, see who has the best technique. You know how wild we get after a few glasses of rosé…”
The suction intensified, slow and deep, then shallow and fast. He was sweating now, the sheets twisted beneath him.
“Or maybe I’ll let Lisa take it home with her,” she said softly. “You always liked Lisa, didn’t you? That perfect little tight ass, those long legs and…hold on, isn’t she a Christian? Damn. I bet her pussy is extra tight. Can you imagine it, baby? Can you feel it already?”
He could no longer speak. His thighs were trembling. The nanobots translated every wet filthy stroke in crystalline fidelity.
“Oh my god. She’s sucking soooo sweetly, baby. You should see her, drool all down her chin, tits bouncing while she works that toy. I think she’s got a little too into it…don’t you?”
He made a noise in his throat.
“And you? You’re not even in control anymore, are you? I could hand the proxy to anyone I want, couldn’t I? Lisa. Mara. Even that pretty intern you always stare at when she comes over. I could have a whole queue of wet little mouths waiting to take their turn, and you’d love it. They don’t even know it’s paired, and they won’t feel a damn thing. But you will, won’t you?”
“Please, honey…fuck…I’m going to cum…”
But she just laughed, and as he started to cum, she whispered sweetly in his ear: “Welcome to the future, honey.”
This is a free story, taken from my book Pink Mirror. Subscribe here to get daily updates, naughty stories, and the occasional picture of your new favourite author!
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My goodness. What an imagination you have.
That's awesome, great work