Don't think poorly of me for mounting that dildo like a woman possessed. With all the teasing I had been through at the hands of the Joie de Vivre toys, I'd missed out on actually getting fucked. The blue dildo was a Goldilocks toy, not too big, not too small, and it filled me just right. Once I mounted it, the laptop attempted to control the speed I fuck it. Speed up, slow down, steady pace. It was almost like the edging algorithm on the vibrators. Whatever the laptop said, I did, although with my hand gripping the stool in front of me and away from the cameras, I did manage to sneak in some clit stimulation as well. Satisfied it had the appropriate footage, the laptop told me to spin around and face the cameras. That should have bothered me, but I could sense the climax train barreling toward the station so I wasn't about to stop now. In for a penny, in for an orgasm.
The program put me through the same slow, medium and fast bounces on the dildo. Several times. Was the footage bad or was the program just an asshole. It even told me to punch my nipples. You know what that does to me. I was getting close. I was trying to hold off until the required footage was captured, but I wasn't expecting it to just tell me to stop. It then told me to stand and remove the dildo from the stool. What kind of sick joke is that?
"Kneel behind the stool," the laptop commanded. "Lean over it and suck on the dildo."
I understood it wanted a video of me blowing the fake dick. But that wasn't going to get me off. Sure my own juices coating the dildo were tasty and I liked sucking them off. But I wanted to cum. Fortunately the blowjob footage didn't take long to capture and then the program told me to sit down again and give the fake cock and handjob holding it in front of me. That killed my buzz even further, but I did it. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized the hour was just about up. I knew I would have to finish in the bathroom. That was very disappointing. But maybe not. The laptop announced doggie style on the stool. I took that to mean bending over the stool with my ass facing the camera again. The difference this time was instead of spreading my cheeks, I held my hand back there and rammed myself with the dildo. I liked that and hoped the AI needed a lot of footage. Enough footage to let me cum to be specific. The laptop was quiet for several minutes. I didn't know if it was capturing audio, but if it was, it would hear a very squishy pussy and an appreciative model. But I didn't quite get there. Fortunately there was one position to go. Not my favorite, but in this context, a great one.
I was told to sit on the stool facing the camera. Then I was told to spread my legs. I didn't even have to be told what to do next. As fast as I could, the dildo was back in my pussy. Slow, medium, fast were not qualifiers I accepted any more. I did it fast. Fast and hard. Fast, hard and until I climaxed. There was no way I was stopping now. Not even when Dawn walked in because the video recording was done. I knew the laptop said it was done a couple of minutes ago, but there I was going to town, sitting on the stool with my legs spread and slamming the dildo into my pussy while my free hand gripped the stool to avoid falling over. She didn't look shocked and my body didn't know I probably shouldn't orgasm in front of my new boss. But I did. And it was good. The shrieking, shaking, throwing my head back in ecstasy kind of good that leaves you panting and struggling for breath. Danny waited until I calmed down a bit and then congratulated me because I captured great footage for the AI. She didn't mention me masturbating or cumming.
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