Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 18

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“… this tattoo I keep hearing about?”

“Well… it’s kind of a long story. It was just after the Murmansk Brushing Incident, I’m sure you heard about it…”

As the credits rolled, I got up and collected the by now well empty popcorn bowls and stuck them in the sink where the ship’s automated systems would take care of them. If nothing else, never needing to do dishes by hand again was well worth accepting Tara Q’s offer.

“So, whaddya think o’ th’ movies, Hot Pants?” Harley asked from her place cuddled up next to Kara.

“They were a lot better than I was expecting, especially the third one. But if I had to pick, I’d say I probably enjoyed Spaceballs the most. It’s not quite the same as Monty Python and the Holy Grail, but I admit I’m rather biased since that was the first movie I saw after arriving on Earth,” Kara answered, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“‘Tis but a scratch!’” Tonks joked as Cameron stood up.

“Oh, right. Cameron called dibs, see ya in th’ mornin’ Fuzzy!” Harley said, making me blink before Cameron gently took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist.

I… didn’t exactly pay attention to anything else Harley said as Cameron dragged me away from the Rec Room. I was more than a little bit distracted by Cameron’s big, doe brown eyes. I’d thought I was immune to the big eye approach to getting one’s way, I was proven wrong as I was led back to my cabin.

Cameron gently pushed me into the leather-backed chair, before straddling my lap and leaning in to give me a soft kiss on my lips. Immediately pulling back, she leaned in to whisper in my ear, grinding her hips into mine as she did so, “There’s something I want to show you. Wait right here.”

With that, she stood up and sashayed into the closet, her hips with just enough sway to suggest it was deliberate while not so much it was obvious. That, combined with the brief grinding and the look she’d given me on our way up here, was more than enough to ensure that I wasn’t going to be soft for a good long while.

I was curious what Cameron had planned, while part of my mind was trying to figure out how she was so light despite having metal bones. Dismissing it, I looked over to the closet as the opening notes to a familiar song began to play and a long leg stepped out from the closet door.

Black high heels, black pants that looked painted on, a top that was more sash than shirt and clearly showed that there was nothing underneath it… I had to swallow down the lump that formed in my throat as Cameron strutted towards me, like she was a model on a runway.

“What's the occasion?” I managed to ask.

“I told Harley I was unsure how to approach you, this was her suggestion,” Cameron answered, her voice low and sensual as she came to a stop in front of me. Slowly, she put her arms on her stomach, before sliding them down her legs until they reached her feet, giving me a perfect view of her smooth, toned back.

But she didn’t stop there, as the song continued, she bent her legs, bringing her hands to the floor as she transitioned to all fours. Putting one hand forwards, her knees slid out as she moved closer to me, before snapping back up. The other hand went in front, her backside dropped down before snapping up again.

Finally, she was kneeling between my legs, her hands on my thighs just behind my knees. Meeting my gaze for a moment, her head then went down, coming to a stop between my knees before she put her weight on her hands and lifted her legs up into the air. Bringing them around, so they were on either side of my head, Cameron hooked her legs together before lifting herself up at the waist. Despite having the entirety of her weight resting on my shoulders and around my neck, I didn’t feel in danger.

It was only then, as her top half came up, that I realized her top had fallen off. Reaching down, Cameron grabbed my arms and then brought my hands up to her hips. As I marveled at the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers, the song changed and Cameron guided my hands up along her sides before bringing them forwards to cup her perky chest.

Keeping my hands where they were, Cameron unhooked her feet and let them slide through my arms until she was once again sitting in my lap. Her hips started gyrating, as she guided one hand up past her collarbone and sucked a finger into her mouth. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked down at me, the way her core was pressing against my shaft through my pants, the weight of her breast in my hand…

That was it, I couldn’t hold back any more. I was surprised I’d held out this long as it was. A throaty chuckle echoed from her throat, before she leaned in against my chest and slid one leg off my lap. Standing with her back facing my legs, she leaned forwards, before reaching back and grabbing onto my hands. Pulling them to the front of her pants, she had me grip onto them before she turned back to look at me over her shoulder.

“Pull,” she said, her voice husky.

Doing as the lady requested, I was pleasantly surprised to find that her pants were tear-aways, leaving her in black high heels and a purple g-string. If Tara Q’s boosts hadn’t killed my refractory period, that sight certainly would have. Turning her head slightly to stare at me, Cameron sat back into my lap, planting her butt on my thigh, before leaning back. Her back made a gorgeous arch, as the next song started, and she lifted her far leg up until it pointed straight into the air.

Intellectually, I knew that Cameron had been built to be more flexible than the average human. That did not mean I was prepared for her leg to reach around and hook my neck as she rolled over so her front was on my legs. Bringing her leg down to be level with the other, she reached back and delivered a loud slap to her ass, making the pale skin ripple.

Turning her head, to look at me from the corner of her still hooded eyes, Cameron slowly slid down my lap until she was back on all fours. Before turning and sliding along the inside of my legs until her chest was flush with my abdomen.

Still meeting my gaze, her dainty hands came up and easily undid my belt, before she slid those same hands under my boxers and pulled both down. I lifted myself up to make her job easier, and as my shaft popped free from it’s cloth confines, she leaned in and rubbed her cheek against it, like a cat rubbing against someone’s leg.

For a full minute, she continued in that vein, giving me attention without using her hands or her lips. It was the longest I’d had anyone do that, and it was far more arousing than I’d anticipated. Finally, after she dragged her cheek from my tip to my base, with one eye covered by my shaft, I felt her tongue slip out and cup one of my balls. Tenderly, she teased one, then the other, before moving up and dragging her tongue along the bottom of my length.

This entire time, her hands remained firmly on her knees, her gaze locked with mine. As she reached my head, her tongue swirled around, before she took it into her mouth and gave a sudden, sharp suck. The sudden pressure had me gritting my teeth as I stared down at her brown eyes and caved in cheeks, grabbing the bottom of the chair seat to resist the urge to reach out and grab the back of her head.

Slowly, torturously slowly, she slid down the length of my dick, continually sucking like it was an ice pop. I felt the head slip past the entrance to her throat, and from my angle could just barely make out her throat bulging as she went deeper and deeper, jet not once did she gag. As her lips ringed my base, and her tongue slipped out, her hands finally left their place on her knees. One cupped my balls, lifting them up so she could lick at them despite her mouth being full of my length. The other pried my hand from the bottom of the chair and pressed something into it. Something wet and with a lot of string… a glance past her hair towards her still pushed out ass confirmed my suspicion: at some point, she took off her g-string without getting up or stopping her treating me.

Despite having just cum, that did me in a second time. My head went back and I groaned as I resisted the urge to grab her head, only for her hand to find mine and drag it there herself. As I shot my second load, my fingers threaded through her hair as I pulled her down as far as I could, her tacit permission removing any of my usual hesitation in doing so. I lost track of how many times I shot my seed down her throat, before the last of my orgasm finished and I fell back into the chair.

Slowly, but still a lot faster than she’d gone the other way, Cameron slid off my length, keeping her lips sealed the entire way. When she pulled the last of my shaft out of her mouth, she gave a slightly exaggerated swallowing sound before opening her mouth to show not a single drop of cum. Despite softening, my dick gave a twitch.

“Damn, Cameron. That was amazing,” I told her as I tried to catch my breath.

“Thank you, the majority of the outfit was chosen by Harley while Lisa picked the g-string,” Cameron said as she stood up, letting me see her in all her glory.

“And the dance?” I asked as I noticed the wet reflection along her thighs.

“One of the files from Skynet. My model was intended for subversive infiltration, playing on the emotional vulnerabilities of the Resistance. Sex was seen as a potent weapon in such a role.”

As much as it made sense, I couldn’t help but remember an episode of a sitcom where two guys had argued about why Skynet, an emotionless AI, would make a sexy killer robot. I had the answer.

“If you’re able, I’d like to continue,” Cameron said, pulling me from my musings.

I was about to say something about a willing spirit and weak flesh, but paused. Normally by now I’d be feeling a rather significant amount of exhaustion, but I didn’t. Now that I’d had a chance to catch my breath, I felt just as energized as always. That… even when I was in the best shape of my life, that didn’t happen.

“I guess I can,” I said aloud as I stood up and followed Cameron to the bed.

She took my hands in hers as she sat on the edge, before reaching over and pulling my shirt off over my head. After dropping my shirt to the floor, Cameron lay back, sliding further into the middle of the bed until she was happy with her position, before fluffing her hair and all but posing.

“Claim me,” Cameron said, with a husky, needy undertone as she spread her legs apart.

Despite having cum twice, even before Tara Q improved my body I wouldn’t have been able to resist. Climbing up onto the bed, I let my hands slide along her legs, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. Starting at her feet, I slowly slid upwards, feeling the muscles under her skin, knowing the sheer strength held within each leg as I reached her knees. It was as my fingers found the back of her knees that Cameron suddenly started to giggle, surprising us both.

“Are you ticklish?” I asked in surprise at the sudden jerking out of her previous centerfold pose.

“I wasn’t… it appears the modifications to my organic sheathe are more extensive than I realized,” Cameron noted, staring down at where my hands still held her leg.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that, though I moved my hands away from the back of her knee all the same. I didn’t have the durability to engage in the tickle torture of a terminator. So setting that aside to tell Kara and possibly Nikhol at a later point, I moved up to Cameron’s glorious, perfectly smooth thighs. Leaning down, I brought my head down to her leaking core, the mound of her labia swollen with her arousal (a small part of my mind couldn’t help but note the oddity of an AI experiencing arousal). As I was preparing to return the favor of Cameron’s earlier going down on me, I felt her hands in my hair as she pulled my head up and away, her eyes looking down between the valley of her pert breasts.

“Bear, I appreciate the thought, but that isn’t what I want. Claim me as yours, fill me with your seed,” Cameron said, her voice filled with need and lust.

“If that’s what you want, my sexy terminator,” I said as I moved further up.

The rest of her skin was just as smooth as her legs, and despite not being visible to the eyes, I could feel the corded muscles of her abs as my hands moved up to cup her breasts. Small, perky, firm, and a perfect handful. Leaning down, I took one pebbly nipple into my mouth and gave it a suckle, before breaking away to capture her lips in a kiss.

One of her dainty hands found my shaft, her smooth, powerful legs wrapping around my waist as she guided my head to her entrance. Breaking our kiss, I gazed into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Take me,” she whispered, before reaching up and pulling my head down for another searing kiss.

Unable to resist even if I had wanted to, I met Cameron’s passionate kiss as I slid deep into her pussy.