282 Alvin’s blowjob

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After the first night I realized we needed an employee.  Not necessarily a manager just someone to pick up dirty glasses and bring more ice to a table.  One of the customers overheard me talking to Jennifer about it.

 

“Maxine, I have a niece who is looking for work.  She came here with just a high school education and not so good English.  She is enrolled in your community college.  She would love to work here and I promise you will have no trouble at all from her.”

 

“Have her come by tomorrow at 7PM.” I suggested.

 

“So you are Sean’s niece?” I asked the young woman the next evening.

 

“Yes Ma’am,” she answered in a heavy Irish brogue.  I couldn’t begin to pronounce her name as she did, so I called her Timmie.  She was 19 and about fifty pound over weight.  I didn’t think she would cause any fights among the customers, since she was not a raving beauty.  Oh she might get hit on, and if she agreed, she could probably get laid every night, but fought over?  That I just couldn’t see.

 

I didn’t hear anything from the Heartland Mill Project over the next three days.  I spent a lot of the time at the downtown house, keeping up with the world news and whatever else I could find to entertain myself.  I did get the date of the Emmy awards banquet.  It had been sets months before, but no one bothered to tell me until the official invitation came in the snail mail.

 

I got just 25 days to prepare myself for the awards.  I had expected that I would remain dead calm, but the computer’s cold logic part of me didn’t work all that well.  However the bubbly little girl inside my Maxine’s brain input was there in force.

 

I need to go to New York or somewhere to buy a dress, I thought.

 

The hell you do, came the input from the controller.  You will look great in a burlap bag.

 

That’s probably what I will have to wear to hid all the scars you gave me. I thought that just for them to overhear.

 

We didn’t give them to you.  We copied the ones you had, so that you could be seen at least a little naked by people who knew you.

 

You copied my scars, but I still can’t be seen naked, because I am missing a couple of parts that guys will notice, that thought was a little louder and harsher than I expected.  It did no good since they already knew it.  I was sure it was under discussion at the farm.  I had no idea the war it was causing.

 

One set of engineers was complaining that I was completely functional the way I was at that moment.  While a different set said that listening to the first set was why at that point in time I was not really ready for one of the missions they had designed me for in the first place.  Of course I knew nothing of the infighting at the time.

 

Anyway I need a special dress unless you want me to stay home.

 

I am sure we do not want you to stay  home.  As a matter of fact, I have been told to be sure that going to that banquet does not slip your mind, as if that were possible.

 

“So who is going with me?” I asked.  “I need to give the guy time to find a tux,” I said it aloud.  I just suddenly decided I wanted to  have a fucking conversation with the controller.

 

Since it is well known, through the TV show, that you are bisexual, we were thinking Jennifer.  What do you think?

 

“Why ask me, you know what I am thinking before I think it most of the time,” I said aloud to the walls.

 

We know some of it, if we are responsible for that particular thought.  When the Maxine part of your circuits fire up, you can surprise us.  So again what do you think about Jennifer?

 

“Well we would for sure have fun and I wouldn’t feel the need to put out at the end of the evening,” I said.

 

There is that too, since the argument goes on, came the reply.  I just got the authorization for you to invite her.  Your case officer just happened to be standing here.

 

“Gee thanks,” I said aloud.

 

I punched the speed dial for Jennifer’s office.  “Hello Maxine,” the receptionist said.

 

“Jewel, I can’t get used to you answering with my name.  I think I hate caller ID,” I said with a laugh.

 

“Most people seem to like it,” she said.

 

“In my opinion it ranks right up there with the casher at the dollar store saying ‘have a blessed day’.  Or the phony shit from the bank tellers that me/  Everyone knows they are being forced to feed us that shit.  “Thank you for your business Ms Stone.”  If they didn’t read my name off the account, they wouldn’t know me from you.”  I said.

 

“If you are through venting Maxine, I will put you through to the boss now?” she suggested.

 

“Okay Jewel thanks for being patient with me.” I said.

 

“Not a problem Jennifer told me to ignore you when you are bitchy,” she said with a laugh.

 

“Good,” I agreed.

 

“Are you quite through harassing the help.  You are why I can’t keep a receptionist,” Jennifer said with a laugh.

 

“My ass, it’s the gang thugs, and dope dealers, you have hanging around the waiting room.” I laughed.

 

“Let just one receptionist get raped in the office and I never hear the end of it,” she said laughing.  We both knew she was joking.  “If you are calling about the Heartland Mill project, I have not heard from any of the Harts.” she advised me.

 

“No, I called to invite you to a party.  I can’t invited Bob though.” I said.

 

“I wish you would stop doing that.  Just because Bob likes to watch, you are mean to him.” she did laugh a little.

 

“That isn’t the reason damn it.  Why don’t you just hear me out once,” I suggested smiling even though she couldn’t see.

 

“Alright what party,” she said.

 

“The Emmy award banquet in Los Angeles, if you can figure a way to write it off my taxes,” I said.

 

“You are kidding right?” she asked.

 

“Not at all, so do you want to be my date?” I asked.

 

“Do I  have to put out after the banquet, not that I would mind,” she said.

 

“For someone probably, but not necessarily for me,” I said with a hearty laugh.

 

“We have to buy dresses,” she said.

 

“No shit,” I replied.  “I have to get something to hide my scars.”

 

“Fuck no, this is the year of the zombie.  You show them all off.” Jennifer made it sound so logical that I bought into it.

 

“Then it will have to be backless, with a halter top, cut wide in the front to show the knife scar between my boobs,” I said with a laugh.

 

“God dame right it will, and fucking red,” she demanded.  “I’m going with you to pick it out.  Get your fucking blond wig styled as well”

 

One of the things about being the new me, that was that I have very little control over my emotions. I suddenly realized that I was horny as hell.   I wondered if it the dress talk, the talk of showing my scars, the talk about putting out after the banquet caused it.  Or was it the controller planting the idea in my mind.  Putting it there just to test my limits and abilities.

 

It didn’t matter I wanted to suck a cock, which was the only thing I could definitely pull off.  But I didn’t want to do it at noon in the McDonald’s parking lot, no matter how horny I was.  I knew I needed to make a plan to keep me safe.  The urge for action had to be tempered by reason.  I would have done that kind of thinking as second nature before.  At that moment I had to have the thought actively. just to be sure the controllers knew what I was doing and why.  It looked as though I could make the decisions, but that they could question them.  I was not used to the idea of anyone questioning me.

 

The point was to use my experiences and native thoughts to govern my actions, but the controller would keep me from doing anything reckless.  This time it looked as though they weren’t giving as much thought to keeping me out of trouble, as I was.  Either way I needed a plan to be a great cocksucker.  Now that just sounded weird anyway I said it.  It got a audible chuckle from me.

 

The plan was to, first of all, do it in a situation where nothing else would be expected.  The bathroom of a beer joint first came to mind.  Definitely not the cop out for obvious reasons.

 

If I got caught there every cop in town would know.  Plus cops were notorious for expecting things to be the way they wanted them, not the way the chick wanted.

 

I chose the parking lot of cowboys bar and grill as the place.  An encumbered man would be best.  Eddie had a new girlfriend, I was told, so he would do.  If not him, then some  married man.  I figured I could dance with him a few times get them him horned up, then he would do pretty much whatever I wanted.  I would also carry the .38 and a box opener, just in case he wanted to argue afterward.  I did not think I would need to use the pistol or razor to force him to put his cock in my mouth.  At least I sure as hell hoped not.

 

Time passed slowly but it did pass.  At 9PM I walked through the door at Cowboys.  “Hey Maxine I haven’t seen you since they tried to kill you again.  How you doing girl?” Sarah asked.

 

“Better than ever I’m told,” I said loud enough to be heard by at least some of the men hanging out at the bar.  “Coffee please Sarah.”

 

Eddie wasn’t there but a young guy named Alvin was.  Alvin didn’t require much convincing fortunately.  We were into a grinding dance when he asked, “How about we go back to your place?”

 

“I can’t Alvin I have a guest there tonight.  Can’t we go to yours?” I asked.  I had no desire to go to his place, but I was playing a part.

 

“I kinda got a roommate as well,” he said.

 

“I see,” I said.

 

“Do you like to suck cock?” he asked hopefully.

 

“I love the feel of a hot slippery cock in my mouth,” I said sincerely.

 

“Then let’s just go outside and do that?” he suggested.

 

“God I want you so badly, I’ll settle for your cock in my mouth.  Let’s go.” I said breathlessly.  I’m not sure that I was acting at all by that time.  My motor had increased in speed and my circuits were firing pulses like crazy.  It was the new way for me to tell that I was extremely turned on.

 

I followed him outside.  When we went between to pickup trucks he pushed me to my knees.  I knew what he wanted.  I didn’t object at all.  I unzipped his pants.  He let out a loud moan when my warm hand wrapped around his already erect cock.  Even though it was erect, I stoked it a couple of times just to be sure I spread his precum over it.

 

I slipped it into my mouth and began to move on it.  Not only did I use my lips and tongue as I would have used my vagina, if I had one.  I created a vacuum with my mouth to suck on his cock.  I was trying to milk him with my mouth.

 

I suddenly felt his hands on my head.  He pulled me hard onto his cock forcing it down the passage I used as a throat.  The servo motors pressed pads, normally used to work food into my holding tank, against the cock in my throat.  The pads stroked him, just then Alvin said. “Oh my fucking God,” as he emptied the contents of his cock into my throat.  I had been able to  hold him in my throat much longer than I could have before the body swap.  When he dragged himself out of my throat, he collapsed against the truck.

 

The truly strange thing was that the action of him dragging his slick cock from my throat pushed me over the edge and I convulsed around his cock.  He managed to get it out of my mouth without being injured.  I managed to stay sane, but it was a close call.  My throat hurt but I loved it since every time I moved the pads it reminded me of the best cock I ever sucked.  That cock did not belong to Alvin.  That’s what went through my mind as he tried to bury his cock in my stomach.  I kept reliving the feeling of Martin’s cock in my mouth after he saved my life.

 

I moved on shaky legs as I tried to make it back to the cruiser without falling.  Even the cruiser was a mess.  It didn’t want to start and when it did, it made funny noises.

 

“Geese, I get skull fucked and everything falls apart,” I said aloud to no one.

 

You need to get the car fixed tomorrow first thing, came the shaken reply from the controller.

 

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I asked.  I got no reply at all.

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4 Responses to 282 Alvin’s blowjob

  1. jack says:

    Damn , things really got heated up. There will be one helluva meeting at the farm tomorrow i’ll bet. controllers , engineers will be beside themselves.

  2. The Mage says:

    When you mentioned the strong Irish brogue of the young woman I am reminded of a true story that I once heard where a man from Northern Ireland was looking for a room in London. Finding a promising advert in the paper he rushed to the address. As he approached the building he saw two men in animated conversation with the landlord. A Welshman and a Scott had beaten him to the rental. At first he thought, “What’s the use I may as well go home?” However, as he watched the men talking it was obvious that there was a problem and so continued on. Even though all of the men were supposedly speaking English, none could understand the other! In the end our Irish friend became the translator (he had spent time in each of the countries and was able to understand the dialects of each area.)

    Here we have the incongruous occurrence of “English” speaking people unable to understand each other. What a world! Amazing!!!

  3. cindypress says:

    There are some who would tell you that I need a translator for my english. I might even agree.

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