A rush of adrenaline started overcoming me as the military post came back into view. Finally I was taking Bowie home. I could grab that fusion core I came here to grab and we could go back to my actual bed with an actual pillow. Craving the simplicity of planting crops and tinkering on my power suit in the safety of home. Comfort that I couldn't even risk thinking about in the rest of the wasteland.
As I got closer I realized I still hadn't seen Bowie make their loop around the building. My heart rate picked up with my pace as concern started to build. Concern that twisted and warped into jealousy at hearing familiar whines from a certain robot.
As I approached the shack I could hear a man grunting. "It's too big, I can't take it" he kept whining over and over again. I didn't hear anything from Bowie other than the violent smack of that poor guy's body against metal. I couldn't help but scoff, here was Bowie using some ungrateful bitch when I was here to take them home and take care of them forever.
Once I made it to the doorway I could see Bowie holding him in the air the same way they me, but facing the door this time. Seeing their tits bounce with every thrust was nice, still I unholstered my pipe pistol and shot the poor guy in the head. Not that he really had anything to do with Bowie using him but it's not like I'm about to pop one off on an assaultron for pissing me off. Bowie threw the corpse down next to the mattress on the floor, their cock bouncing from being unsheathed from whoever that was.
"My, my, someone is cock hungry if they're back again. You're not upset that someone else was taking a joyride are you?" Bowie confidently leaned against the back wall of the shack, arms crossing below their perfectly shaped chest. That statement had my blood boiling. It had to be obvious but just in case it wasn't I stormed over to Bowie, closing the gap in two purposeful strides. Reaching out and grabbing Bowie's balls with a firm grip with one hand and the other gently pressing, stroking a thumb along the 'vein' along the bottom of their member.
"No shit I'm a bit more than upset. It doesn't seem like I'm your fucking favorite." I let venom soak my words as they poured out. The mini gun on their shoulder had opened and was pointing directly at my face. Not paying any mind I let go of their balls and started using both hands on Bowie's cock. One hand focused on stroking around their head and the other still milking lube from along the bottom of the shaft.
"It's not like I know when you're gonna be around Maddie" Bowie started to pant. "You've been the best fuck of all my robtic life, I wouldn't of let you live other wise. But you can't honestly expect me to hope you're gonna come around like this all the time, can you?" The hips were thrusting into my hands. Claws placed on either side of my waist, lightly squeezing. There words did hold good logic but that didn't rid the bitter feeling of walking in and seeing them fucking someone else.
For the third time in just under 24 hours I find myself on my knees in front of Bowie. Eagerly searching for their components with my tongue, stroking what I can't take in my mouth. A gentle
claw is placed on the back of my head, softly encouraging me to take more. Bowie's thrusts were already getting shorter and faster in my mouth. They must of been getting close before I interrupted them.
Knowing what this meant I started sucking like my life depended on it. Gently rubbing their balls and doing my best to milk that vein all while bobbing over and over again. Bowie tried to pull me up by my hair but I gave a firm squeeze to their balls, stopping them from trying. I want it in my mouth. I know it's probably gonna drown me but I feel like I need to make Bowie cum in my mouth.
Letting go of their balls I start using both thumbs to stroke along the bottom of their shaft in time with my bobbing. Bowie doing their best to meet me, thrusting in time with me. Both claws now on the back of my head trying to force as much of their cock into my mouth as they can.
"Oh Maddie, fuck here it comes," Bowie mangaged to grunt out as they exploded in my mouth. Immediately it was too much and dripping down my chin. Rope after rope would expand my cheeks and drip out. I was doing my best not to swallow any and just letting it drip out. It didn't taste bad but I could definitely tell it probably would make me sick if I swallowed any of it. The hint of mechanical grease, water based lube and something that could only be described as if copper was yummy.
Feeling them shrink in my mouth as Bowie got soft was almost relieving as I could close my jaw. Spitting the rest of what was left in my mouth on the body on the floor I looked up and smiled. Bowie helped me stand and started reaching for my pants but I put a hand on top of their claw. "I am sore from the last two times," I lied. Well it wasn't exactly a lie, I was sore, but I could always go again for Bowie. Getting them home was a bigger priority though, there would be plenty of time for that once we were back.
Bowie's head tilted to the side a little bit as they looked at me. "If you aren't here to be breed again, then why are you here?" My knees wobbled at that statement. Their clawed hands hadn't moved from my pants yet, just teasingly stroking my waistband. My words were starting to get caught in my mouth before I could explain that this post is between my base and the race track. "I uh, I was just," I tried to stumble out.
"I can sense your heart rate," Bowie said in a sing-song voice. Using their other hand, they slipped one claw between my legs, using the back of their claw to rub my clit outside my pants. I couldn't help but give a quiet whimper, but remembered how nice it sounded to fuck on my bed instead of on a floor or a barell. Still my hips betrayed me by rolling into Bowie's touch.
Removing the claw that was teasing me, Bowie carefully grabbed their semi hard again cock. It was already vibrating before they started rubbing it outside my pants. Priorities thrown out the window, I started grinding against the heavenly feeling. They were pratically fucking my thighs the way I was grinding against them.
Both claws were gripping my ass to pick up the pace. Pulling me firmly against them so my clit rubbed the full length of their cock with every thrust. "See? You can cum for me without even taking off your pants. No worries if you're sore as long as you're willing." Between their tone of voice and the fact they just wanted to make me cum was working me over in all the right ways.
The whore inside of me was living for Bowie at the moment. I've dealt with many men who were bad in bed just by giving them head. Usually once they've cum they don't care what you got out of it. Bowie tried to fuck me while I was sucking them, and still wanted to take care of me even when they couldnt be inside me! I'd never had anyone treat me this way.
Being this excited over exactly how good to me Bowie was made me want their cum again. In my mouth, on my face, in my soaking pussy I couldn't care less where I just needed more. I pushed back from Bowie and started working my pants down.
"What happened to being sore? Sounded like an excuse to me anyway," Bowie chuckled.
"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But can you honestly expect not to want it inside me when you're teasing it between my thighs can you?"
Picking me up and slowly setting me down on their cock. The tightness from being stretched so much so quickly was evident from them just putting the tip in. Lube started filling and dripping out of my cunt before Bowie even started to thrust. "Jeez, Maddie, you are still crazy tight. You'll get used to my size if we keep up at this rate but I'll be easy this time." Leaning my back against the shack wall, Bowie kept an arm around my waist and started grinding into me. Only moving an inch or two in and out with the vibrator on a low setting.
Being so sensitive, just that little bit of friction was heaven. I felt my eyes rolling back and my walls clenching their shaft already. "You're not gonna cum like this, though, are you?" I panted out. "I want your cum in me again that's why I wanted you inside me Bowie," I tried grinding myself down harder into them. Whining from my soreness but still needing more at the same time.
"Maddie I don't think you can take me cumming in you again. Just let me finish getting you off," The words were kind and controlled but the twitch of Bowie's cock suggested otherwise. I could get what I wanted with a little pushing. I wrapped my legs tighter around their waist and did my best to bounce as high as I could manage.
"I don't care what you think I can handle. I want your seed in me, I need you to breed me Bowie. I want to be full of you again." My words were high pitched and whiney. Just what I was doing was a lot to handle already, and Bowie could tell. I could feel them grinding a little harder but they were still trying to show restraint.
"Maddie, listen to yourself, you're ready to fall off my dick and I'm barely doing anything," Bowie's words said one thing, but it seemed like they were talking themself into it. Now actually thrusting in my needy cunt instead of just grinding against me.
"Please Bowie? Please breed me like I'm your favorite little whore. Like I'm the best hole you've been in." It was cruel but it got me what I wanted. Bowie lifted me off the wall and was slamming me onto their cock for the second time that day. The smack of my body against their metal mixed with their sultry moans were music to my ears.
"You are my favorite little whore Maddie. No one in the wasteland can compare. I'm always gonna breed you. Is that what you want? To be the hole I unload all my cum in?" I was already close and sensitive but hearing them say I was their favorite drove me over the edge. "God yes! Yes! I want all your cum just for myself. I want it all inside me Bowie!!!" Hearing that must have been enough for Bowie because with no warning I was being filled with rope after rope of cum. Feeling it drip out of my cuntq as they kept me pressed to their body and then eventually feeling them get soft felt like a job well done. Instead of feeling hollow, I was excited because I knew I was bringing you home to have whenever I wanted.
"I really need to get back to my post. Between you and the last guy I've been gone for a minute. But why did you stop by again?" Bowie asked as they stepped into their pants. Straight back to business, to be expected at this point. It seemed the code that kept them here also didn't like them straying off duty for too long. It worked in my favor considering once they were marching again I would start hacking them.
"Oh I was going to the race track yesterday before I stopped in this shack for the night. I'm heading back to my base and figured I could stop to rest here before making the rest of my journey?" I added inflection at the end of my sentence hoping to sound cute. I wasn't exactly sure if they would just be okay with me hanging around. Bowie leaned against the door and rubbed the back of their neck.
"It's one thing when I'm fucking you, I know exactly where you are. When you crept on the property I knew you were there and ran extra processing to track what you were up to in order to sneak up on you. But it's the day and I need the extra processing to actually pay attention to the area around me. I can't have you just snooping around getting into stuff." Bowie explained. It seemed like Bowie was genuinely trying to spare my feelings by explaining all this. "This is my job, and I doubt you were sneaking on the property with any good intention. It is a crime just for you to be here." Bowie went on. They were glancing up at me and at their hands as they spoke.
I couldn't help but giggle, that turned into a whole fit of laughter. "Oh Bowie I get it," I said, wiping a tear from my eye. It was adorable how confident they are fucking me but shy about their job. "If it means anything, I snuck on the property instead of just waltzing into this shack cause you're an assaultron that can kill me in two seconds. The whole reason I stayed in this shack is cause there was an assaultron guarding the area. Can't get much safer than that right? I currently have a slightly modified pipe pistol I couldn't dream of taking you on right now. I
understand if the answer is still no but I promise I just want to sit in this shack for a little bit before heading back to my base." I gave the biggest smile I could give. It was the truth, I did in fact want to sit in this shack for a little bit before heading back to base. It just wasn't the whole truth.
Bowie glanced at me and then towards the military building, and back at me. Pulling the folding metal chair from out behind the door they opened it for me and pushed me down into the chair. "You. Stay. Right there. I mean it, don't move a freaking muscle. I'm gonna close this door and if I hear even the tiniest squeak this whole shack is toast. Understand?" The whole time Bowie was pointing at me and the chair and then the shack. I couldn't help but laugh when I realized how much they talk with their hands.
"Yea, yea, yea. My butt is not moving out of this chair. Wait, what about when I want to leave?" I asked to be difficult. They tilted their head for a moment, staring off into seemingly nothing.
"Knock when you want out. I'll hear it the same way I'll hear the hinges from anywhere on this property. I mean it when I say this whole shack is toast. Don't test me, I really don't feel like making you a crisp." Bowie effortlessly picked the body off the floor and closed the door on the way out. I heard them chuck the body as they walked off. It thudded off in another direction as Bowie walked back towards their post.
I couldn't help but smile to myself. A little victory dance because I made it back to the shack, with the door closed even. Pulling up my pip boy I started searching through Bowie's schematics. Patiently I read line after line of code, looking for the one line that kept them prisoner here at this post.
Once my eyes locked on it, my breath hitched in my chest. I highlighted, and pressed delete. Closing my eyes preparing to be absolutely incinerated. As the seconds passed and nothing happened I looked back down at my pip boy. Laughing as I realized I had to confirm deleting the line of code. After pressing confirm I closed my eyes, expecting the same fate as before. Again when nothing happened I opened my eyes. Finally I heard Bowie making their way towards the shack again.
They slowly pushed open the door and my heart stopped. They lean against the door again, rubbing their neck. A cute nervous habit if you ask me. "I uh. I just realized there's nothing left here. I stepped inside and everyone inside has been dead for a while." Yes!!! It worked! Bowie isn't stuck here and now even seems unsure what they want to do. It's perfect for me to swoop in and save the day.
"The war was over 200 years ago. It makes sense that those who were fighting that war would be dead by now." Bowie silently nodded in agreement. "Do you want to come back to base with me? If you don't have anything else to do?"
"Well I definitely don't need to hang around here anymore. How many people are back at your base? Are they gonna complain when I've got you screaming all hours of the night?" So Bowie was just waiting for me to ask for them to come along judging by that response. I couldn't help but chuckle as I got up out of the chair, now walking towards the cement building.
"My main base is a red rocket set up right outside a settlement called sanctuary. I have a workshop and a bed inside the main settlement but it's a bit crowded for my liking so I usually grab whatever parts I need and spend most of my time at the gas station." Bowie walked beside me as we approached the building.
"Oh nice so they'll only kind of hear you from that far away," Bowie teased. "What exactly are we doing?"
"Oh I'm hoping there's a fusion core here. I like to have extras for my power suit but now I'll need extras for you incase anything goes wrong with yours." I explained. Bowie didn't have a response as I grabbed the core. Probably leftover code conflicting with what I was doing and what they thought. "Oh and I also picked you up a quart of premium oil while I was at the race track."
"That's nice of you" I could almost hear the smile in Bowie's voice. So robots could be sentimental too, how nice.
