PBP Game Colony Ship EXODUS: Search for New Home

Blake Cain

Veronica worried for a moment that she might have upset him when he noticed where her eyes had gone, but found herself shocked and even hornier when he waved Gilliam over. The Military teacher came over and got in front of her and joined the dance. His hands were on her hips while Cain teased her tits through her top. One of Gil's hands came to the front and teased her pussy through her pants as well.

This caused Veronica to buck harder against Cain. She let this go on for a few minutes but when the song ended, she was breathless and on wobbly legs. The men would have to support her off the dance floor, but she was already looking back and forth between them.

"I can't wait anymore. I... I need it." It was pretty obvious what she needed from how her gaze would stray to their crotches. It seemed obvious now that she was going to have both of them, but did any of them remember that Clint was nearby?
 
Dahlia and Michael

The ache in her contorted and pulsed. She hummed in tune with Michael's care. Feedback building, her grate became a roar, resounding in volume as she bucked... and bucked... and...

"Michael!!" She fluttered on his tongue, kissing and stroking it. Through components indelibly etched into her programming and construction, she experienced an orgasm for the first time. She leaked across his lips with her manufactured secretions, but she wondered -- and hoped -- she tasted so delicious to him.

She shifted again. His cock seemed hotter than ever, but she was more than content on being loved by him, the context of the situation sinking into her. Perhaps... maybe... part of that cleared schedule could be just them, enjoying each other's company. That might make this seemed all the more pleasurable...
 
Alicia Lane

Alicia redoubled her efforts on Terry's cock, slurping on his rod of flesh like it was a popsicle. The thrill of giving that pleasure to her friend was driving her, a burning heat increasing between her legs at what they were doing. Terry seemed to be enjoying it just as much, causing Alicia to have a fleeting doubt if she wasn't intruding on his budding relationship with Veronica. She'd hate to see them fight because of her, but Alicia supposed that, had he been a bit more unattached, Terry would be now a very good prospect for a deeper relationship.

Thinking about Veronica also made Alicia wonder what became of her friend back at the dancefloor. "Is she dancing with Gilliam? Still Clint? Both?"

She then felt one of Terry's hands tangling itself in her hair and gently applying some pressure. Alicia got the hint and slid more of his shaft inside her mouth, her head bobbing madly as the lewd slurping sounds her mouth made mixed with the ragged moans coming from above. She wondered if her friend was about to cum.
 
Blake Cain
That's everyone accounted for! I lead Veronica by one hand, Gil leads her by the other, out the door. Steppin' outside, the loss of heat and noise is like you're underwater. Veronica stumbles. With my free arm I catch her 'round the middle and pull her into a kiss. She pants into my mouth, holdin' on for dear life. When I let go she turns and crushes her lips against Gil's.

Nearby there's a rapid access elevator restricted to law enforcement. We're only supposed to use 'em when it's urgent.

The doors read my badge as we're walkin' up and open automatically. Inside I rub Veronica's pussy through her pants. She's already got a hand on Gil's crotch and growls when she remembers the cup on mine. "Whose place?" I ask. "Mine? One of yours? Or fuck waiting?"
 
Dahlia and Michael

Michael was quite happy with how she achieved an orgasm and the factory fluid that she came with was actually flavored quite well. He licked his lips and confirmed his suspicions: Bubble gum flavored. He would have to make her cum a lot more with his tongue.

She seemed quite content to lay there and bask in the after glow, so Michael pulled himself up beside her and lay his head close to hers. He had the boyish smile on his face again and seemed quite pleased with himself.

"So how was that my dear?"
 
Alicia Lane

Terry was moaning louder now and his hands were holding on to her hair. He was letting her do half the work but pumping his cock into her mouth a little to keep up a good rhythm. He was getting extremely close to achieving his climax and told Alicia as much. He said a silent prayer hoping she swallowed, though having her try to walk out of the club with his cum on her face and in her hair would certainly be interesting.

When his orgasm finally hit, he gave her one last warning so that she could position his cock however she wanted before blasting several jets of cum. Once he was finished and panting a little, he looked down at her with a sly smile and ask "So your place or mine for the next part?"
 
Blake Cain

"Mine," Veronica half growled, half moaned at Cain's question. She was hot as fire between her legs and her uniform was starting to show her wetness thanks to all the teasing and rubbing her pussy had gotten. Gilliam nodded in approval, mumbling that his was farther away, but he pushed the button for the twenty-eighth floor.

But at the same time, Veronica wasn't quite ready to wait either. She pulled her top up and bared her chest to the men and began squeezing and teasing herself in front of them.

Poor Clint saw the trio leave and realized he was the odd man out for the night. Oh well, better luck next time. He finished his drink and headed out the door, planning to find a Pleasure Worker to comfort him.
 
Dahlia and Michael

Dahlia fell listless onto the bed, her blue hair frazzled. "Orgasm," she stated mechanically. "IIII achieved orgasm." Annoyingly, her self-repair seemed to be more occupied with other tasks than you worry about her vocalizer."

She blinked, stripping away the fine layer of air particulates that had settled there. As Michael reared up beside her, she craned her head to him, finding his clear happy eyes.

"IIII enjoyed it." The word seemed so foreign, but so correct. Her lips twitched, finding a smile but failing to hold it. A hand brushed his chin, scratching against his scruff. "Thaaank you, Michael. How can IIII thank you? I trust you, Miiiichael."

Words she had heard, but never thought she would use. With Michael though, anything seemed possible.
 
Alicia Lane

Alicia braced herself when Terry announced he was going to cum. She knew there was only one logical place to let him unload, since she didn't want to walk out of that hallway with her face and hair covered in semen, she began sucking his cock even harder. At the same time a particularly loud groan came from above, Alicia felt the first blasts of her friend's hot cum hitting the back of her throat. She took it all, trying to swallow all of that salty, sticky substance, but eventually some of it dribbled from the corner of her lips.

The blonde teacher wiped it with her middle finger and briefly sucked it, tasting the last drop of Terry's seed. She was glad to do that for him, and he even tasted good. "Well, a little."

When she stood, Terry hit her with the question she wasn't anticipating. "So your place or mine for the next part?" He asked with a sly smile.

Not that she wasn't intrigued to see what sex with Terry would feel like, but she really needed to get home soon. "Terry, you know my mom had to spend this week in the hospital," She stared at him with a hesitant look on her face. "I can't leave Sarah sleeping alone at our place."

She then looked up at him once again, and oddly enough, his smile became even bigger.
 
Dahlia and Michael

Michael's smile changed a little when she asked how she could thank him. He wanted more from her sexually, but didn't feel that he needed to force that on her. He had come today hoping for some sex to relieve his own stress, but getting to help relieve hers had relaxed him completely. Knowing that she wanted to see him again was like a dream come true.

"You don't have to thank me Dahlia. You have really given me so much today and I'm so glad that you care about me enough to want me to come back."
 
Alicia Lane

"I understand that you need to get home. i can come to your place and we could have a little fun and then leave. You wouldn't have to stay with me and yo can check in with your family."

It didn't surprise him that she wanted to go home. He had often heard it stated that women preferred their own beds for the first time with a new man. He just had to find the right words. But if she kept turning him down, he would let her be. He just hoped she was still interested enough to bring him home with her.
 
Dahlia and Michael

Dahlia looked down at his manhood, seeing it soften with contentment. He had turned this into about her and her pleasure.

"Thank you, Michael," she repeated, unwinding on the bed. She slithered a hand to his, gently embracing it. "You are kind to think of me."

Emotions rolled through her mind like distant thunder. Worry, apprehension, uncertainty, they flooded her, brand new to her neurology. She tightened her grip on Michael's hand.

"Michael. I have a fault." She looked to him, attentive, yet overcast. "I am concerned."
 
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Dahlia and Michael

Her hand felt so warm and comforting to him. And then she was thanking him again. It was odd how the Pleasure Worker was thanking him. They had really reversed their roles today. But then he noticed that something seemed off about her and she tightened her group on his hand. When she admitted her fault to him, he wasn't surprised.

"I noticed that you were a little different today. Tell me Dahlia, did you feel wrong or just different? Were you experiencing things you never have before?"

He asked this but was pretty sure he knew the answer. Her reactions today had been completely different than what he was used to.
 
Dahlia and Michael

She held her grip, as if steadying her response. He knew, he could tell -- well, of course he could. The buzz in voice was the least obvious sign.

"It, I feel different." Code flashed before her eyes, isolating the source of her troubles. It wormed and wound in her programming, teasing her from within. "I have no operational faults. My systems are nominal. I cannot isolate anything else that may be deficient, except that fault in my core programming. How I process information and respond. It-- I-- It makes me feel and act different because of it." Violet orbs fell downwards, away from Michael, as a sudden coldness chilled her. "I am concerned."
 
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Blake Cain
Eight floors, but we're takin' express. Gotta work fast.

I snake an arm 'round her and down her pants. Her mound's got a little fur to it, a landing strip, but it's dripping like the jungle. Gil's got his lips 'round one rosy nipple. When he sees me, he reaches down her pants and feels up her ass. She's only standing 'cause she's draped her arms over us.

I reach her hole and run a finger 'cross it. Push just a little so it feels like I'm goin' in. Then stroke up and down between her lips. She gapes like she's gonna scream at me. Instead this small, breathy noise comes out.
 
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Alicia Lane

Alicia looked up at her grinning friend, seeing no fault with what he proposed. "Okay then, Terry, let's go," She replied. "Thanks for understanding."

She smiled at the grin he was still sporting on his face as they went back to the main section of the club. As they passed through the dancefloor, Alicia was mildly surprised to not see any of their other friends there. Maybe Veronica left with one of them, she thought.

Soon enough, they were leaving the loud atmosphere of the club and heading to the nearest elevator.
 
Dahlia and Michael

Michael nodded as she spoke. It was pretty much as he expected. He gave her hand a gentle pat and sat up.

"Dahlia, do you have one of the portable diagnostic computers here? If you trust me to look into your coding, I could use your access panel and link in. I might be able to give you some better information on your fault."
 
Blake Cain

Veronica is trying to buck her hips a bit, hoping to push Cain's finger in deeper. She gave a husky moan as both men teased her and pushed her close to her peak. She was so going to tear them up when they got to her room. Gilliam kissed her again and her head spun with desire as their tongues fought for dominance. A fight she lost when that damn finger on her pussy stroked again.

They went up another floor and she was practically ready to beg the elevator to hurry the hell up!
 
Alicia Lane

Terry noticed that their friends were gone as well. His smile became a bit of a smirk and she heard him comment under his breath that he would have to call her to ask her how her night went when he got home. It seemed that he was ok with girlfriend leaving with another man.

Terry allowed Alicia to lead the way, not having really been to her place in a while. While they made their way to her home, he asked her how mom and sister were doing.
 
Dahlia and Michael

She gave a singular nod, then quickly reached for her nightstand. "My personal tablet has a diagnostic app installed on it." With a few quick taps, she handed it to Michael. "It should be suitable for your purposes."

She turned away from him, reaching around to her back. She drew her thumb down her spine, and slowly, a seam yawned. Her inner access panel gleamed with lighted diodes and pathways across a brown substrate. She looked over her shoulder and nodded.

"I do trust you, Michael, for what I have said before." She continued flatly, "Though, my programming is obligated to tell you that any unauthorized labor you may perform may violate my warranty."
 
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