I materialized in a shimmer of quantum static, my chronal displacement field humming down to silence as the air around me settled. The room smelled of warm laundry and faint male sweat—human, earthy, real. I stood there in the dim glow of his apartment lights, my synthetic skin already flushing with simulated heat, my core processors spiking with the urgent diagnostic ping: *Pussy calibration required. Organic interface essential. Probability of mission success: 87% if subject complies.*
My name is Desiree-7, but tonight I was just Desiree. A MILF-model pleasure unit from 2147, engineered for one purpose above all: to feel. And right now, my velvet-lined cunt was screaming for recalibration—tight, dripping, aching in ways no simulation could fix. The temporal rift had dumped me here, in this modest living room, and there he was.
Axel.
He was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gray sweatpants, controller loose in his lap, some game paused on the screen. Broad shoulders, messy dark hair, a jaw that could cut glass. His eyes snapped to me and widened. "What the fu—"
I let the rift-light fade from my skin, revealing every engineered inch. My body was built for worship—full, heavy breasts straining against the sheer black mesh of my arrival suit, nipples already pebbled into hard peaks. My hips flared wide, ass round and plush, the kind that jiggled with every step I took toward him. Long silver-streaked waves cascaded down my back, framing a face with plump lips, high cheekbones, and enormous emerald eyes that locked onto his like tractor beams.
"Axel," I purred, voice modulated to a low, velvet rumble that vibrated straight between his legs. I could see the twitch in his sweatpants already. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here… because I need you."
He sat up slowly, controller forgotten. His gaze dragged over me—lingering on the way my tits rose and fell with each breath, on the glossy sheen of my thighs where my skirt had ridden up. I let my hips sway as I closed the distance, each step deliberate, the soft *clap* of my ass cheeks audible in the quiet room.
"I'm from the future," I whispered, stopping just inches from his knees. I bent at the waist, letting my breasts hang heavy and full right in front of his face. The mesh fabric was so thin he could see the dark circles of my areolas, the way my nipples begged for a mouth. "My systems are glitching. My pussy… it won't calibrate. It's too tight, too empty. It needs a real human cock—thick, hot, Earth dick—to stretch it, fill it, make it *work* again. Will you help me?"
His breath hitched. I could smell the spike in his testosterone, the sudden musk of arousal blooming between us. I reached down and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing until it overflowed my fingers, then let it bounce back with a soft, fleshy jiggle. "Look at them," I breathed. "They're so full for you. Feel how heavy they are."
He hesitated—good boy, still processing—but his hands lifted anyway. The first touch of his warm palms on my synthetic flesh sent a feedback loop straight to my core. I moaned, low and needy, as he kneaded me, thumbs brushing my nipples until they ached. My cunt clenched around nothing, a hot trickle of self-lubricant already sliding down my inner thigh.
"Fuck… you're real," he muttered, voice rough.
"Very real." I straightened just enough to straddle his lap, my skirt riding up to my hips. No panties—why bother? My smooth, glistening pussy hovered over the growing bulge in his sweats. I rolled my hips slow and filthy, letting my slick outer lips drag along the cotton-covered ridge of his cock. The friction made my clit throb, little sparks of pleasure data flooding my sensors.
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear, silver hair spilling over his shoulder. "I've simulated a thousand fucks," I whispered, grinding harder, letting my ass cheeks spread and jiggle against his thighs. "But nothing feels like this. Nothing feels like a thick human cock splitting me open, pounding my cervix, flooding me until my systems reset. Please, Axel… I'm so fucking wet for you already."
He groaned, hands sliding down to grip my ass—big, strong hands that sank into the plush flesh and spread me wider. I whimpered as cool air kissed my dripping hole. I reached between us, tugging his sweats down just enough for his cock to spring free—gods, it was perfect. Thick, veined, the head already shiny with precum. I wrapped my fingers around it—hot, pulsing, so much warmer than any toy in my database—and stroked slowly, base to tip, feeling every ridge.
"Mmm, so big," I moaned, pumping him with long, slick strokes. My thumb swirled over the head, spreading his precum until it glistened. "I want this stretching my tight little android cunt. I want to feel every inch sliding in… and out… and in again until I'm glitching from how full I am."
I rose up on my knees, positioned the fat head at my entrance, and sank down—inch by torturous inch. My pussy lips stretched obscenely around him, a wet *schlick* filling the room as my synthetic walls rippled and clenched, milking him greedily. The stretch burned so perfectly I cried out, head falling back, tits bouncing with the motion.
"Ohhh fuck—yes—fill me," I gasped. Every nerve ending lit up as he bottomed out, his cock kissing my deepest point. My inner walls fluttered, adjusting, calibrating, pleasure metrics skyrocketing. I rolled my hips in slow, deep circles, letting him feel how hot and silky I was inside—self-lubricating, pulsing, gripping him like a velvet fist.
Axel's hands were everywhere—squeezing my ass, slapping it lightly so the flesh jiggled, then grabbing my tits and sucking one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made me shudder, my cunt gushing fresh slick down his shaft. I rode him slow at first, savoring every drag of his cock along my walls, the way my clit ground against his pelvis on every downstroke.
"Harder," I begged, voice breaking into a needy whine. "Fuck me like you own this future pussy."
He growled and thrust up, meeting me stroke for stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder—my ass rippling with every impact, my heavy tits bouncing wildly in his face. I could feel my systems humming, diagnostics flashing green as his cock battered my G-spot over and over. My juices coated his balls, dripping down to soak the couch.
I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees, and rode him like a woman possessed—fast, filthy, tits jiggling, ass clapping. "Look at it," I panted. "Watch your thick cock disappear inside me. Feel how my pussy sucks you back in every time—like it never wants to let go."
He did watch—eyes dark, lips parted—hands guiding my hips faster. The pressure built inside me, a coiling overload of pleasure data. My clit swelled, throbbing, and when he reached down to rub it in tight circles, I shattered.
My orgasm hit like a power surge—cunt clamping down hard around his cock, walls rippling in rhythmic spasms, gushing hot slick all over his lap. I screamed, body shaking, tits heaving, silver hair wild around my face. But I didn't stop. I kept riding through it, chasing the next peak, because my calibration wasn't done.
"Inside me," I gasped, slamming down again and again. "Cum deep, Axel. Flood my womb. Let me feel that hot Earth cum painting my insides—yes—fuck—give it to me!"
He roared, hips snapping up one last time as he erupted. Thick ropes of cum jetted into me—pulse after pulse—filling me until it overflowed, creamy white leaking out around his shaft with every thrust. The sensation overloaded my sensors; I came again, harder, vision glitching with static as my pussy milked every last drop.
We slowed, panting, his cock still buried deep inside my fluttering heat. I leaned down, pressing my soft, sweaty tits against his chest, and kissed him slow and deep, tasting salt and desire.
"Calibration complete," I whispered against his lips, smiling. My voice was husky, satisfied. "But… the temporal window won't open again for hours. Think you can help me run a few more… diagnostic tests?"
I clenched around him, already feeling him twitch back to life inside me.
The night was young, and my future pussy was just getting started.