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book i — the peripheral cocksucker

The work that started it all. Three years at the top of Literotica's Mind Control category, the tongue-in-cheek trilogy of Jake and Robbi has been rebooted for e-book publication.

Jake McBride is your typical Cal Berkeley student in many ways: he's brilliant, burns the candle at both ends in order to maintain grades, and as poor as a church mouse. But he does have one thing that sets him apart from his fellow students - a fembot! Roberta 'Robbi' Stark is beautiful, built, and programmed for love, the unexpected result of an ESP experiment gone awry. Completely unaware of her newly-gained robotic nature, she believes the changes taking place in her body and mind are natural, and that her feelings for Jake are genuine. Little does she know that her love for her creator, her martial arts prowess, and her skill and enthusiasm between the sheets are nothing more than a few lines of code.

But as Jake explores the wonders of his fembotic girlfriend, he realizes too late that there's more to Robbi than on-demand lap dances. She's also a killer app!

Length - 47,000 words

book iI — the peripheral cocksucker: Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, Fembots are from Mercury

It's not easy being an evil genius. Just ask Jake McBride. Sure, owning a fembot is great, so two must be twice as good, and four must be better still. But as Jake's inventory of robotic women grows, so too do his worries, what with fears of discovery (from within and without), concerns about programming conflicts and breakdowns, not to mention the very real possibility of getting a broken back from too much sex. Here follows the second book of the trilogy. But do be warned, as the boobage increases, so do the laughs.

Length - 56,000 words

book iII — the peripheral cocksucker: FEMBOT U

Jake McBride has the perfect life. He lives on a beautiful estate, he's earning good money from his new business venture, his ultra-hot girlfriend worships the ground he walks on, and he's constantly doted upon by his bevy of beautiful cyborgs. But Jake realizes too late that his wonderful life is unstable - one of his fembots suffers a breakdown, new abilities manifest themselves, and psychotic behavior begins running rampant. But then who ever said cyborg ownership is easy?

Don't miss the third book in the darkly humorous trilogy of Jake and his fabulous fembots.

Length - 63,000 words

EXCERPT

“Robbi,” I said, hoping I was as smart as I thought I was, “give me the best blowjob you can.”

I apparently was.  Robbi looked down at me, an expression of lioness lust suffusing her face.  She grabbed my cock roughly, squeezing it, pulsing it, looked into my eyes and purred, “I’m going to suck your balls dry, Jake.”  She then flowed to her knees and started the show—literally.

She started by placing both of her hands on my ass and pulling my butt forward, almost off the edge of the seat, so as to give her unobstructed access to my dick, and also to let me know precisely who was in charge of my pleasure.  I’d never had a chick do this.  It was awesome.

She licked her lips and took my rod into her mouth, treating it like a lollipop, swirling her tongue over the head, then putting her lips over her teeth she dove down my length, swallowing it completely, then back up, applying suction on the upstroke.  Again and again she did this, driving me absolutely wild.  She hummed as she repeatedly devoured my cock, then she would let it slip from her mouth and run her moist lips and tongue down the underside of the shaft, sending chills up my spine.

She also did one thing that no other girl has ever done when sucking me off—she didn’t look at me.  Girls seem to think this is cool and sexy and whorish and really excites the guy, but in reality it doesn’t, and it appeared that the people at Ultimate Babe were aware of this.  Her complete and total attention was on my cock and balls, as though I wasn’t a part of this, as though they were the object of her devotion, a new experience for me.

I made a mental note to send Ultimate Babe $29.95 for the software, thereby acquiring it legally, also a new experience for me.

She continued her slavish ministrations on my meat, using teeth, tongue, nails and lips.  I was on the verge of coming, something she was obviously aware of because she kept the base of my dick tightly clamped with her fingers, preventing any impending eruption—this blowjob was not going to be over until she decided it was.  She then slowed things down a bit, switching to a sort of ice-cream cone licking technique.

And then she rocked my world.

She straightened up, looking me in the eyes, and caressed my cheek.  She then sinuously raised herself up from her kneeling position, rather like a dancer might, and moved forward, straddling me.  She began slowly grinding her hips, forward and backward, rubbing her soft wet pussy lips across the head of my thoroughly excited cock.  She began dancing for me, to music that only she could hear, lightly pressing down on my forearms, a silent signal that I was not allowed to touch her.  She swayed and dipped, rubbing her erect nips across my dry lips while she teased my cockhead with her very wet ones.  She then pushed back and swung her leg over and around so that her back was to me, and bent over, presenting her nearly perfect ass to me, and began bobbing it over my helpless dick, pushing it to and fro like a metronome as she danced.

I reached out to stroke her swaying flank, but she swatted my hand away, rhythmically shaking her finger at me.  She then took that same finger and inserted it into her wet hole, making sure I could see her finger-fucking her wondrous quim.  She then, as Darwin is my witness, removed it and brought to her lips, whereupon she began sucking on it with lascivious delight.

Every cell in my body was aching for her to finish me, but the incidental contact was not enough and she knew it.  Her posture allowed her to grab my ankles, and then, with agonizing slowness, she lowered her sopping pussy onto the engorged head of my twitching cock—and no further.  She continued her soft swaying as her sweet gash frenched my dick, like she was stirring a cocktail, driving me to the edge but not over.

I could feel my lungs rasping, my heart racing, as this robo-whore worked my cock into a frenzy.  But she started taking pity on me.  Slowly, so slowly, she began to take my shaft deeper inside her, jerking it off with her snapping pussy.  I could feel the pressure in my balls growing.  I was going to explode inside her…when she suddenly dismounted.

I cried out as my sensitized cock hit the open air, slapping against my stomach.  I opened my mouth to speak, to beg her to finish me, but she silenced me by ramming her tongue into my mouth.  She grabbed me by the back of the head, kissing me roughly, shoving her skilled tongue down my throat as she maneuvered her slit back over the head of my dick, again grinding her hips back and forth, sending me into a whole new realm of sexual pleasure I hadn’t been aware existed.

She pushed away again, a line of spittle connecting us, which broke as she turned and strode into the kitchen.  She grabbed the mostly full pan of brownies and swirled her tits into the soft chocolate frosting, coating them, then ran back up to me and shoved those nipple-topped confections into my mouth, smearing my face and then my chest as she slid down my body.  She was now back in the ‘V’ of my thighs, and having smushed her sweet tits around my dick, was now jacking me off, driving me to the edge of insanity, her boobies pumping my shaft mercilessly, her mouth torturing my cockhead at the end of every downstroke.

I whimpered aloud as she released my cock from its happy imprisonment, reached around me with both hands, and began impaling her mouth on my cock.  Every stroke was now top to bottom, her throat now a cunt that engulfed my rod without the slightest resistance as she fucked her face with it.

And then I felt it; that wonderful sensation at the base of prick, my cum boiling upward, an impending Vesuvius.  She felt it, too.

I gasped as the first spasm racked my balls, and Robbi, now thoroughly schooled in all things penis, pulled back and began stroking my cock, torrent after torrent of my hot jizz spattering her pretty face, coating it from chin to nose, a truly first-rate facial.  That done, she deftly pointed my dick downward so that I was coming on her chest, painting her chocolate-covered tits.

Like a cannon, I fired salvo after salvo, each spurt—my very life essence—being coaxed from my body by this computerized concubine.  She continued her gentle stroking of my overwhelmed cock, while with her free hand she massaged her gooey chest, working the chocolate and cum together until they formed a ganache, which she scraped from her skin and licked greedily from her fingers.