295 blow job outlook

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Bill and I slumped into each other’s arms.  We were both in the after glow of orgasm.  Men and women have always experienced orgasm differently.  Now there was a third variation.  ROBO-ORGASM, it was something which the humans could aspire too.

 

No it wasn’t better, it was just different.  Humans would never rest until they could experience one, should they ever find that there was such things.  It was therefore essential that they never find out, I was informed secretly.  The message came from the guys on the farm.

 

I wasn’t the problem.  I had absolutely no desire for people to ‘understand’ me.  I just wanted to go along with the program and exist.

 

After many minutes Bill reanimated himself to the point that we were kissing again.  Just as it had earlier, it excited me.  It excited me because I relived memories of better, more possessive lovers.  Bill was never going to be a purely passionate lover, that was for sure, but even he could be a memory trigger.

 

One thing that did concern me about my feeling at that moment was that I didn’t just follow along willy-nilly.  I actually could see the likely outcome of it, which I never had considered before.  The fact that I had planned to suck Bill’s cock came to mind, while I kissed him.

 

The different outcome scenarios also came to mind.  They never would have in my old body.  Here is  how I saw it.  If Bill had the balls to push my head to his cock, I would have hungrily sucked it till he came down my throat.  In the process I would have remember every man who had done that to me.  I would have remembered them as if it were happening at that moment.  From the Mendez brothers who tried to choke me on cock, to Martin whose cock I made love to, they would have all been there.

 

He would feel good, I would feel good, and we could both walk away and sin no more.  That was the Bill in charge scenario.  However, if I just fell to my knees and sucked his cock, then I feared he would be somehow tied to me like a puppy.  A puppy who followed me where ever I went, he would be a loving, but annoying puppy.

 

That is why Bill had to make the first move, not because it would make his cock down my throat feel different.  It also would not make me react to his cock down my throat differently, what it would do was cause Bill to see the act in a different light.

 

Bill was so wimpy and so worried about how I saw him, that he did nothing but kiss me.  That is why our night ended with the handjob for each of us, and nothing more.

 

With Martin or even some of the women I had known, I would have had to worry about my plumbing problem being seen.  Sure I had worried some that Bill might see, but I need not have worried at all.

 

Bill stayed long enough to come down from his sexual high, then I put his bike on the back of the Woodie and drove him home.  I didn’t have to do that, but I wanted to be sure he got home safely.  That and I remembered how cold it was on a bicycle that time of years.  I also remembered how dangerous it was at night on a bike even with a headlight.  It was just easier to let him put the bike on the rack and then deliver  him to his human warehouse.

 

When I got back home, I watched more TV while I sat plugged into the wall for two hours.  As I charged, I watched a history of the world kind of thing on nat-geo tv.  Then just to show that I wasn’t a droid, I flipped to a ‘Storage Wars’ marathon.

 

Let’s face it, one never knows when one will find some oddball thing like those guys found in the abandoned lockers.  The item of highest interest to me that night was a toy electric train.  No not the one that runs under the Christmas tree, unless your Christmas tree happens to be in a mall somewhere.

 

The toy train was one that had an engine and ten cars.  Each car was capable of carrying two kids.  It was a fascinating thing only because it was the time of year when those things would be showing up in the common areas of the malls.  So somebody would be out of his normal holiday job.  Probably died or found himself in assisted living and the train was lost.

 

The story I imagined was sad enough, but then I realized that it was like why I hadn’t sucked Bill’s cock.  I began to worry that I might be becoming too thoughtful.  I might be rationalizing things too much.  I didn’t really have to rationalize things at all.  I had a feeling that everyone would be just as happy, if I allowed the controllers to do that totally.  The idea appealed to me but somehow I couldn’t.  I needed to take responsibility for my actions, it was how I had lived my life, all my life.  That might be why the controllers and I would eventually come to butt heads.

 

I slipped into my power saving standby mode.  That mode was very similar to the light sleep I had experienced before the change.  I just kind of floated along with filters over my receptors.  It would take a serious event to arouse me,

 

It came in the form of a phone call.  Welcome to day three, I thought.  “Hello,” is what I said into the smarter phone.

 

“Hello Maxine, it’s me Kate.  Do you have anything planned for today?” she asked.

 

“Not a thing, why do  you ask?”

 

“I have a property I would like for you to look at,” she said.

 

“I really don’t have real estate on my mind right now,” I admitted.

 

We don’t want you involved in anything else for the next three days so you might as well look at it, the voice in my head said.

 

“Are you sure,” Kate continued.

 

“No, I’m not really sure.  What is it you want me to see?” I asked.

 

“You seem to be turning the downtown into a retirement village.  The old Sears building is coming on the market.  I thought you might want to be one of the first to see it.”

 

“You know, I have never seen that complete building,” I suggested.

 

“Nobody else has either,” she said.  “It’s the tallest building in town.  Even though it was a Sears store, most of it was never open to the public.  It was at least half store rooms and offices.”

 

“Wasn’t there a smaller building beside it?” I asked.

 

“Yes the WRED radio station was there for years,” Kate informed me.

 

“I remember.  We all thought that it was a tumor on the sears building,” I said.  “Now Kate that is the building I would be interested in owning.”

 

“Well, I think it is part of the same parcel to be honest.  We are just going to have to take a look.”

 

“Kate give me a break.  You aren’t going to try to tell me that you don’t learn  all the details of the properties before you try to push them on me.  If you are going to tell me that, then I should look for someone else to give me advice.”

 

“Okay the smaller building is part of the package, but I didn’t check to see if they would separate them for us.” she admitted.

 

“Good, then give them a call.  If they will, then we will take a look at both.  If not, I’m going to pass.  You might convince me to take both, but I’m really going to see the smaller one.  If that won’t work for them, under any circumstance, then I’m not interested.”

 

“Alright Maxine, I will see what I can do.” Kate informed me.

 

“Kate, who owns the building anyway?” I asked.

 

“It’s one of those ‘estate of properties’.  That’s kind of why I’m in the dark about what they will do.  Nobody really speaks for everybody.” Kate said.

 

“I doubt this will be anything we can work with,” I said seriously.

 

“One of the parties is highly motivated, I don’t know about the others,” Kate said.

 

“Well let me know something later,” I said ending the conversation.  I followed my usual morning plan.  I went to Helen’s then to the mall to walk.

 

“Hello there gorgeous,” I heard the voice behind me say.  I recognized it as Bill.

 

“Why aren’t you in class?” I asked.

 

“I will be in an hour.  I just wanted to ride a little and found myself in the parking lot here.  I saw your bike, so I wanted to say hi.  That’s okay isn’t it?”

 

“Sure, but you didn’t have to Bill.  Let’s make sure this all stays easy breezy,” I demanded.

 

“Of course, I know you don’t want this to become too public,” he said.

 

“That’s right and try to keep that in mind,” I said smiling at him.

 

“I got it and I promise I will play along,” he said.  He also turned to leave without saying goodbye.

 

You know he is pissed, the voice in my head said.  “He will either get over it, or he will die pissed off,” I said aloud to no one at all.

 

When I finished my walk, I rode to the old Sears building.  The building was one block off Main Street.  The building had been located there in the forties so that it could have some open parking on the sides.  I would have to see if Kate had any idea how the Radio building got pasted onto the side of it.

 

The Sears building was about fifty feet wide with metal store front windows.  My building had windows like them as well.  Since mine were only about 14feet wide, they worked well in my urban dwelling concept.  The Sears building windows were about 35 feet wide plus a glass retail store type door beside them.  It was the typical downtown storefront of the forties, fifties, and sixties that covered the south.

 

The radio building was different.  For one thing it was almost a clone of my building.  It was about twenty feet wide overall.  The downstairs was one big room, which had been the radio production studio.  I had no idea what was on the upper stories.  I knew about the first floor only because as a child pedestrian, I had looked inside to see the radio personalities at work.

 

Where my building had only two floors, the radio building had three.  I could imagine that the building would make a terrific dwelling.  The trick would be what kind of neighbors the owner would have?  To control that one had to own both properties.   Probably why they were a single parcel.

 

In my opinion the best thing about the property was the parking lot.  There was parking for about fifty cars in that lot.  It and the old A&P store had the most parking in the downtown.

 

When I sat in the parking lot of the sears store, I remembered details I had forgotten about the building.  The biggest thing I had forgotten was that the Sears store opened from the side parking lot.  The radio building opened from the Elm street sidewalk.  So even though they were attached there was no commonality to them.

 

I knew just from the size that the Radio building would be the easiest and least expensive to renovate.  The Sears store however would house the most people.  It would give me the most bang for my buck probably.

 

What the hell, I had to find someway to pass the time till Friday morning.  With that frame of mind I placed a call to Kate.  “Kate get your information and come on down.  You and I can have a meeting before we talk to the owner’s representative.” I suggested.

 

“I knew if I got you down there, you would love it,” Kate said.

 

“Kate, I don’t love it.  I just see it as a project I can handle, I think.”

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9 Responses to 295 blow job outlook

  1. jack says:

    Maxine the renovator of Astor. She is soon going to be the biggest property owner /developer in the area. I have a feeling that she will soon own the rest of the mill town and make it into low cost rental units for college kids and the 1st section more retirement home for retiring agents.
    I can’t wait to read about her first orgasm when she gets a working pussy it should be a real barn burner. It will probably melt the crystals in the controllers monitors I wonder if the engineers will want to take it for a test drive to evaluate it. Lol. Thanks and have a great Turkey Day.

  2. GaryDan says:

    I’m hoping one of the “pussy” engineers goes a little rougue and gives Maxine a first class cooter instead of some fleshlight rip off.

  3. tom says:

    if the guy is not convinced it is real then it will blow her cover it has to look feel and yes taste like the real thing or it will be a waste of the taxpayers money….

    • cindypress says:

      I do love the waste the tax payers money part of your comment. wonder if it will cost more than a single hellfire missle.

      • tom says:

        If government bureaucrats are involved you know it will. After all they have to do studies on it set design specs bit it out…. and then figure out how they can get an early retirement by awarding the contract to their brother-n-law. Since this is a one off am figuring it should be worth at least a retirement package and a small country to be name dictator for life of at a later date…… And who says nepotism is not alive and well…… Wonders if Corzine is involved in the bidding process……..

      • cindypress says:

        Tom beautiful imagery there… and the country to be named later is Aster.

  4. jack says:

    It may take a threesome in a controlled test by the engineers to give Max and the circuit boards a proper test. ( Wonder how those kind of geeks would determine who gets which hole ?) Lol.

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