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This was the essence of college life, wasn’t it? While all of her friends were out having fun and getting smashed, here Hana was, sitting in an off-campus laundromat by her apartment on a Saturday night, barely working on an essay.
It was her fault, she had to admit. Her professor had been gracious enough to allow her an extension. Gracious but firm. Only one extension would be given, and he wanted the paper submitted no later than Sunday at midnight. The professor was even kind enough to have sent Hana a quick check-in this morning to offer some encouragement for the paper due that night.
Hana had pulled an all-nighter for some quality Asia-time to Europe-time grinding and she was t25 easy now. She had almost gone to bed at 9 AM without checking her email. It was good that she did check, she had thought “Sunday at midnight” meant Sunday night at midnight, not the minute after 11:59 PM Saturday night.
It was also really bad that she did.
She hadn’t started the essay.
So after tossing and turning for a three hour nap, Hana got back up, chugged a Sponsored Energy Drink®, and got to work.
…Now, four hours until the paper was due, she was in desperate straits. Buzzed from caffeine, overloaded from cramming her brain with press release lingo, and frazzled from almost zero sleep in the last 48 hours, Hana decided mid-sentence to take the fastest long shower she could to calm the nerves and do some sort of self-care as she hadn’t bathed since Thursday. But what little de-stressing she managed while soaking under hot water for a precious few minutes was erased when she came back to her dresser to find a completely empty underwear drawer.
Right. Because she was supposed to do laundry yesterday. She really had to do it yesterday because of the tournament that was all day last Saturday. That tournament was also why she asked for an extension to this paper. She did a bit of quick mental calculus and decided that she definitely could not go to her friend’s birthday brunch tomorrow commando, but she also could not guarantee she’d wake up early enough to get her laundry done before then.
…So now she was here in that laundromat, hair still wet, in a loose e-sports tank top and dolphin shorts and pretty much nothing else, babysitting her dual loads of laundry, typing furiously and hoping desperately that no one would find her here. Yeah, she could have planned things out better. Yeah, she had literally a month to get all of this done. Yeah, her professor was super accommodating and would be super disappointed if she didn’t end up handing this in. But living the double life of an e-sports world champion and a regular ol’ communications major was worth this struggle. She told her parents she would be able to do it. That was the only reason they allowed her to keep gaming through college. She chose an easy enough major too, she couldn’t afford to fail out of it.
But she was stuck, and she was frustrated. Extremely frustrated.
Between gaming all night and being courteous to her roommate who kept more normal hours, she hadn’t had any unoccupied alone time all week. Her discreet hands free joystick had sat collecting dust at the bottom of her dresser for longer. She should’ve taken care of herself in the shower but she had instead focused on doing her best not to panic about the paper.
Hana took a glance at her surroundings. The omnic who supposedly ran this place wasn’t around. He was never around. Well, it wasn’t like anything would happen to a bunch of bolted-to-the-ground self-service laundry machines and dryers in the quiet part of a somewhat sleepy college town, right? There were security cameras, but Hana didn’t know if they were actually recording or fakes that were there as a bluff. After all, it wasn’t like anything could really happen in this sort of self-service laundromat. There wasn’t even an ATM or anything, all of the machines were swipe operated, and only card-carrying members could get in as it was. (There was something to be said about how hostile and exploitative this kind of business was, but that was neither here nor there right now.)
So Hana was alone in the small laundromat, only her washing machines in use. Her eyes darted over to each unit. Miraculously, it was quiet for a Saturday night. None of the others had loads in them. No one would be coming in to grab their laundry tonight. Now, there was still the chance a kindred spirit would show up to throw some stuff in the wash, but the laundromat closed at 11 PM, meaning the machines stopped accepting loads an hour before to avoid people staying past closed.
There was a double ding as both of her loads finished their cycle. Hana checked the clock on her computer: 9:47 PM. A quick fifteen minute break. That’s all she needed. To load her laundry into the dryers. That’s all. Given she was the only one here, she was spoiled for choice. She cracked open each of the dryers to confirm that they were all empty. All but one was, but that one was always full for whatever reason. She chose the dryer furthest from the entrance but in front of the STAFF ONLY door and shoved her first load of laundry in. There was absolutely no ulterior motive to picking the dryer hardest to see from the street.
Then, since she was feeling a bit daring, she also filled up a dryer halfway up the row, one that would be clearly visible by any passersby at this hour. She swiped both of them activated, turned the tumble cycle to high with medium heat. Laundry instructions be damned, she wasn’t washing anything nice today anyway.
And when both of them got chugging away, she took her laptop and hopped on to the one furthest from the entrance. Just as a warm up. If she was up for it, she’d relocate.
To anyone who was asking, she was simply bored of sitting on one of the long benches that the laundromat provided and needed a new vantage point for her thoughts. Never mind that she had forgotten to keep typing. She eyed the clock, 9:53 PM. She’d resume again at fifteen past, no later. She was just stuck, y’know? She needed a quick break. It was fine. The rattling warmth beneath her was slightly numbing to her thighs but it also tingled through the thin nylon blend of her shorts in exactly the right ways. She pushed her hips forward in pulses to expectant results. A quick break. That’s all she needed. If she got further through her paper, she’d take another quick break on the one closer to the entrance as a reward.
As she sat there, her mind began to wander. What if she did get caught? What if someone saw her like this? What if someone passing by got a glimpse of her? They might not think anything of it from her position currently so far from the door, but if she were to move to the other dryer… She giggled, almost drunkenly, and breathed in from her mouth as if yawning. Well, maybe it looked like yawning from the street. She looked over, her translucent image reflected in the wide windows gave her an idea of what someone on the street would see. Maybe it would appear a bit strange, maybe she should move over closer to the door so people would be able to guess. Her nipples perked up, and she delighted in the feeling of the polyester mix shifting over them as she rocked her hips. The tremors up her spine resolved into a full body shiver as she started applying more of her bodyweight and—
“What are you doing on my dryer?”
Hana snapped her eyes open and snapped her legs shut, nearly causing her laptop to flip out of her lap. The owner. The omnic. He stood in the threshold of the now opened STAFF ONLY door.
He was taller than Hana remembered, still towering over her despite the high position the dryer offered her. She looked up past broad metallic shoulders and a mane of cables draped over them. If he could scowl, he definitely would be scowling, but he had the same kind of angular neutral poker face that most omnics kept. Hana’s eyes then panickily darted downwards, past chrome pecs, stylized ribs, and hydraulic pistons that made up his pinched waist. He was only wearing long baggy shorts that seemed determined to slip off his hips had he not had a hand on them. With the stairwell behind him, he must have been living in the same building as the laundromat this entire time, coming downstairs in a hurry when he realized something was up.
The sudden appearance of the omnic owner was troubling in ways that Hana wasn’t quite prepared for. Sure, most humans wouldn’t find it too strange, after all, it wasn’t as if he were fleshy and even then it would hardly be considered obscene for him to walk around without a shirt on, but she had predilections . And, given her current state of frustration, the vibrations underneath her, and this situation that had turn from the fantasy of getting caught to a reality, she, well—
She had the good graces to cover her face with her hands, catch her laptop between her knees and elbows, and bite her lip to squelch her moans as she trembled herself to climax.
“Did you just…”
Hana was so embarrassed, she started crying and tried to turn away, but she hadn’t gotten off the dryer. She began to slip sideways when two firm metallic hands grabbed onto her shoulders to stop her. Horrifically, that extra touch with the given circumstances was more than enough to send her over again. She found herself leaning into the omnic’s chest to steady herself between shuddering sobs and an awful emotional mix of bliss and self-loathing.
"...Young lady, are you okay?"
Five different thoughts raced to squeeze themselves out of Hana's brain all at once as the aftershocks wore off, causing a bit of a pile up in her throat.
“Y-you’re so hot, it’s un-unfair,” was the thought that managed to break free of her stammering and sniffling.
Ah. The one thought she didn’t want to express.
Hana was not a very religious person, but she still invited whatever higher entity existed to strike her down right there and then.
"Excuse me?"
…It didn't happen, so she weighed her other options. She couldn't just run away, she had to wait for her loads to finish drying and she had paid for a school year's worth of membership to this place up front anyway, so she’d be back. She couldn't fight her way out of this, the omnic was like twice her size. Bribery wasn't much of an option either. All she had left was to own it.
Hana put her hands on the side of the omnic's waist and looked upwards, her face beet red, tears streaming out of her eyes, "I-I'm into g-guys like you.”
The omnic was nonplussed and unamused. He stepped backwards to get her hands off him, his grip on her shoulders tightening slightly.
“Have you been drinking? Are you otherwise high? Are you being hazed? Is this a prank? Do you need an ambulance?”
Oh no. He took it absolutely the wrong way, and freezing up would give the wrong impression after those kinds of questions. Yes, her sanity was at this point debatable, but she didn’t want him thinking in that direction.
“N-no, I’m fine! I’m not drunk or a-anything! I’m just a frustrated and lonely girl with a paper due but I really needed to do laundry and I gotreallystuckandI’mfrustratedsoIdidalittlemultitasking…”
The omnic relaxed his grip a bit. “No coercion or mind altering chemicals?”
“O-only too much caffeine and sugar.”
“Ah, so you’re relatively of sound mind, you’re just… a fool.” The omnic took his hands off Hana’s shoulders to facepalm, “I recognized you on my closed-circuit security, but this was the first time you’ve done this, so I got a little concerned.”
Hana’s blush came back with full force though her tears had stopped, “You have a security system?”
The omnic pointed at the bubble cameras in the corners of the room. They were next to large signs that said YOU ARE BEING MONITORED in bright red letters.
“...I thought that was all just for show because I never see you around!”
“Because I operate a mostly-self-sustaining laundromat. I rarely need to be present, but I paradoxically always need a presence .” He affectionately patted the dryer next to the one Hana was situated on, the pleasurable rumbling under her mostly forgotten in the kerfuffle of emotions, “I take pride that my little army of washers and dryers are always in tiptop fighting form. I monitor and perform maintenance on them constantly so they suffer no downtime.”
“...You really care about your machines, huh.”
The omnic tilted his head back to Hana, “Yes. Which is why I can’t have drunk, otherwise impaired, or plain foolhardy college students messing around. No matter how cute they may be. My machines might not be delicate or easy to damage, but if enough damn fools decide to try something, that could be hundreds or thousands of dollars in repairs.”
“You think I’m cute?”
“...That’s really all that you’re going to pick up from what I just said?” He popped Hana’s chin up a bit with two fingers to look her straight in the eye, and force her to look back through drying tears and the flush of her face. “Flesh and blood customers might not be likely to cause harm to my machines, but I also serve omnics, and I can’t have a precedent. Others have tried, you know.”
There was something about being told of the failure of those before her that got her competitive streak going. Hana grasped the hand close to her face and moved it over to her cheek while keeping eye contact. The omnic did not resist. “Well, have any of them tried this?”
“...Admittedly no. Most were not fool enough to stay frozen in place instead of running when I confronted them. But none of them repeated the behavior when they inevitably came back, so I never bothered them again.”
She tilted her head over to kiss the palm. This was also not resisted, nor did the omnic jerk his hand away. Her heart beat in her throat. “Well, if I’ve damaged your machine at all, can we work out some kind of compensation?”
The omnic sighed, rolled his head a little to signal how he would roll his eyes, but did not move his hand, “Do you think this is some kind of porn situation?”
Hana hesitated, “No but…”
His grip on her cheek tightened slightly as he stepped in and, with his thigh, parted Hana’s knees. Her legs spread maybe a little too readily.
“Do you want it to be one?”
Hana’s breath hitched as she looked up into his eyes and cracked a shaky smile. Acting instinctively, on whatever janky instincts these were, she put her laptop down on the next dryer and set her hamstrings on his hips, drawing them closer together.
“Well… I don’t mind finding out where this takes us. Try me.”
The omnic slicked back his long cable-like hair and tied it all up in a ponytail. He put his hands on Hana’s hips and then pulled her towards the edge of the dryer. Servos all over his body quietly adjusted in place. He leaned in just enough for Hana to see what the only thing keeping his baggy shorts up was.
“How about you compensate me in any manner that you find fit?”
He had no eyebrows to waggle, so Hana waggled hers instead as she bent forward towards the omnic’s waistband and drawstrings. Without any additional fanfare, she scooped past the elastic and flipped out his cock, the gym shorts dropping to pool around his ankles. It was a carbon steel gray silicone darker than the rest of his chassis, with what looked like laminar bands stacked horizontally down the shaft. She pushed her hand forward, feeling its heft, her palm running against rivet-like bumps on its underside, one per band. Each rivet-like nub had a firm texture, but were yielding enough to press flat against the shaft as her hand moved past. Hana licked her lips a little as she tried to imagine how it would feel penetrating her. She reached the base of the cock, her pointer finger and thumb barely touching around its girth, and then looked back up her arm to where the tapered glans almost reached the crook of her elbow. All in all, if someone wanted to custom order genitalia that would most likely be mistaken for weaponry out of some kind of misplaced insecurity, she’d imagine it would look something like this.
There was a notable… omission to his set up, but Hana supposed it was just a nonessential peripheral for omnics.
And it wasn’t like he had a trailer hitch.
She adjusted her position to line his cock up against the soaked nylon blend of her dolphin shorts to find it poking but an inch under her belly button against the hitched up polyester of her tank top. A strange mixture of anticipation, horniness, and fear bubbled from her gut and rippled up and down her spine. She had a casual bit of experience …not that there was a ranked queue. A series of bad break ups in high school (only one of which was because she was a better gamer and the guy was that insecure about it) and, more recently, a few hook-ups at or after parties had given her a false sense of security for this encounter. None of her former partners had been this big. One girl had a strap-on that was somewhat smaller, but mostly wanted Hana to use it on her.
The omnic tried to fill the awed silence. “Impressed? Or perhaps intimidated?”
Hana scoffed, “Intimidated? You’re the one with no balls here.”
“...I have no need for such superfluous ornamentation. But let’s not get distracted. It’s skin-safe silicone, so the material at least won’t mess you up. But I’d understand if you’re hesitating. You can still pull out now.”
She stuck her tongue out defiantly and blew a short raspberry. Pull out? But she hadn’t put it in yet! And If there was one thing Hana really liked doing, it was biting off more than she could chew and then chewing it anyway. Metaphorically. It was how she won games for her team against incredible odds. Surely it applied to this situation too.
So what if his cock was huge? She was two orgasms in and aching for more. The idea of taking that much cock pumped the adrenaline more than getting herself off in public or getting caught. Her horny stupid and stupid horny thoughts crowded out the nervous and fearful ones. As she rubbed herself against the cock, the series of bumps along the underside stimulated her clit, and the nearly imperceptible but very encouraging grunts from the omnic laid bare exactly how sensitive those bumps were. She slid her hips up and down until the cock thrummed, sending little jolts of pleasure through Hana’s body with pulses of slight vibrations as its weight pressed in against her lower lips, and she held herself there, just to take in the sensations. As the thrumming lessened, the tip leaked a little bit of fluid onto the material of her already soaked shorts.
Her shorts! She didn’t even take off her shorts! She grabbed at them but with her shins still hooked around the omnic’s hips, it wasn’t like she was going to be able to push them off very far. Still, she made an effort to push them off while grinding herself against the cock. The omnic shifted his gaze down, his hands that had been resting on her hips now hooked into the elastic and took over pulling. He pulled back from her body and, in one fluid motion, drew her legs together so that her heels rested on his chest, pulled the fabric over her sneakers, flipped the shorts over his shoulder, and then spread her legs again, his cock falling back down against her mons with an audible plap. If there was any surprise that she was going commando, his static faceplate did not show it. The direct heat and texture against her clit in contrast to the sudden cool air was unbearably intense, and she momentarily lost herself to the imminent insertion.
…Which never came. The omnic repositioned his hands at her hips again, but didn’t go any further, even with her insistent grinding and the light bounce of a throb he had developed himself.
“You’re supposed to be compensating me, no? Show me what you’ve got.”
Hana sputtered with frustration but relented, if only so she could fill the aching need she felt. She tore off her tank top so it wouldn’t get in the way and reached between her legs to manhandle the cock. Lifting her hips, she directed the glans at her pussy, gasping slightly at the feeling of spreading, and then stretching. She could feel every millimeter of that cock slip in, the slight additional tug that was each bump on the underside entering her, and the balancing act that she was pulling between pleasure and pain. She craved all of it inside, but she was acutely aware that, like any deep stretch, moving any faster would get extremely uncomfortable quickly. Even with the lubrication provided from getting off twice in rapid succession, the girth and heat of his cock made her feel tighter and fuller than anything ever before. Every involuntary thrum and vibration within her shot straight up her spine, and she felt as if she could ride the pleasure to a third peak…
Oh but that wouldn’t do at all, now would it? Not when he hadn’t gotten off even once yet.
Hana bit her lip and looked down. There was still about a good inch of cock before she could grind against his hips directly. The omnic bore no expression, of course, but she imagined his poker face to be one of wry patience. What indeed would she do? She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, her internal squeeze reciprocated by a tightening of his grip on her hips. No hitch of electronic breath or clench of jaw and throat that would indicate restrained or withheld pleasure like she’d experienced with more fleshy partners, but at least he didn’t have another smug comment to toss at her. Okay then. Fine. Hana exhaled hard and hooked her ankles together around the omnic’s waist, propped herself up on her elbows, and lifted her butt off the dryer completely, letting the last bit of cock slip in.
Immediately she knew she was deeply fucked. Primarily because, well, this was indeed deep fucking, pleasureable pressure throbbing from deeper within her than she ever felt before. But also because her e-athlete body wouldn’t be able to hold this position for too long, and then she’d probably hurt herself after her arms gave out. She still gave it her best, grinding her clit against the omnic’s metallic pelvic plate, and sending another shock of pleasure zipping to her brain. She slowly coordinated her body, pushing with her legs and shifting with her arms to slip herself off his cock until she could feel the glans ready to emerge, then she carefully pulled with her legs and pushed off with her arms to settle her hips back down, looking quite accomplished with the one rep she was shakily able to pull off.
“How’s that for compensation?”
The omnic breathed in, or at least mimicked those chest movements. “Well...You’ve certainly surpassed my expectations.” He shuddered, perhaps involuntarily, and Hana felt the cock deep within her pulse.
“Didn’t think I had it in me?” Hana giggled absent mindedly as she did her best to maintain her concentration. Something something someone was compensating etc etc, she wasn’t sure who in this situation.
“I was ready to let you off with a scolding quite a few steps back. But now that you’ve proven quite readily that you indeed ‘have it in you,’” Figuratively, conceptually, physically, “...But is that all that you think the potential damages to my machines are worth?”
Slightly sweating from exertion, Hana looked down at the bulge that rested north of the wisp of pubic hair she maintained, “Gonna extract payment from me then?” She stuck her tongue out to indicate more confidence than she felt.
To her relief, the omnic put a firmer grip on her hips and slipped one arm between her shoulder blades to take her weight off her arms.
“Your arrogance will cost you.”
Hana was lifted from the dryer completely. The synthmuscle that layered the omnic’s frame made holding her aloft relatively easy, but that didn’t mean exactly that she felt safe in his arms. The omnic jutted his hips forward a bit and leaned back to compensate for the extra weight, but rather than relying only on thrusting with his hips, he chose to primarily bounce her with his arms, one supporting her back, one on her hip, letting gravity do a bit of the work on his downthrust. Hana yelped loudly on the first bounce, and quickly scrambled to hook her unsteady arms around his thick neck. Subsequent bounces were no better, but the terror of half getting dropped onto a massive cock was somewhat replaced with thrill, and the heady cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins wore away at any sense of propriety that Hana had left. She was along for the ride as it were, manhandled like an overcomplicated fleshlight. Maybe she could soften the bounce with her legs or stabilize with a tighter grip with her arms but her limbs felt so weak and wobbly as her senses spun…
She looked down in her cumbrained haze and marveled at the bulge that pushed nearly to her navel, corresponding to the sensation of deep pressure that was a bit uncomfortably invasive. That bulge then retracted as she was lifted upwards, relieving that internal pressure while lighting her brain up. There was the faint recall of some sex ed fact, that the clitoris was largely internal spongy tissue surrounding the vaginal canal’s entrance, she wondered how much more pressure was being exerted on those internal parts by the throbbing cock within her. Was that why feeling so tight and so full felt so good? Why the slick friction of her bucking on this mechanical bull ride she was holding on to for dear life was so excruciatingly pleasurable?
Her toes curled with the slower upswing, each rivet like bump along the banded frenulum nearly popping out of her to rapidfire sparks all the way up her spine, and flexed with the swift downswing, the same bumps a continuous blur of sensation. Grinding her clit against the omnic’s uninsulated metallic hips splashed with her own cooling juices made for an aching contrast to the filling heat that burned through Hana at the depth of every thrust. The intensity was enough to nearly tip her over again at every slight respite the omnic offered before starting the lift again. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t cum again when he hadn’t… The concentration she needed to gather the willpower to ride the peak as long as possible had her tighten against her best intentions and there was an artificial hitch of breath—
The omnic rammed himself deep into Hana, the first time it actually hurt. A hot fervorous gush of liquid pulsed inside her, spilling out to drip down her butt and splatter on the floor. Hana gasped wide eyed as molten heat blossomed within her, losing her concentration, and she tipped over herself, not so much surfing the wave of orgasm as tumbling and wiping out.
For a moment, Hana rested limply while shuddering against the omnic as he rocked her against his hips, still fully hilted, as if he were trying to juice her fruit until she was all rind. She looked over to the entrance, where the small ghostly image of her clinging naked to the omnic for any passerbyers to see was faintly reflected in the windows of the laundromat. There was a momentary irrational worry that she might get pregnant with the force with which the omnic came inside her before common sense fact checked that thought. The force obviously didn’t actually matter, and they didn’t exactly make synth-jizz with human sperm.
…But not even a minute of rest later, he started going again.
Hana had barely caught her breath. With some terror as she was lifted, she realized there wasn’t really a reason why an omnic would have a refractory period, just like why he wouldn’t need anything else hanging between his legs, and pushed back against him for the first time that night. He was clear headed enough to stop, to his credit.
“Is something the matter?”
“Are you just going to keep going?” He hadn’t softened even a tiny bit inside her.
“...Yes? I’ve got several cartridges left to expend. Unless you’re opposed?”
“No but I—” Hana glanced at the analog clock on the wall, it was already past ten thirty. Shit shit shit her paper!
“Actually, I didn’t realize you’d be able to just keep going, but I have a paper I really need to finish before midnight.”
The omnic took his hand off her hip, where it had left a red mark Hana hoped wouldn’t bruise, to lift her laptop up for easier inspection.
“...Is this that Intro to Public Relations class with Professor Mondatta?”
“...Yeah actually it is.” Hana swiveled as much of her body around as she could, given current circumstances, and tried to figure out how he could tell, as if somehow the barely page and a half she had written were hard to quickly parse through with omnic intelligence. “Are you familiar with the courses at the school?”
“Familiar? I took this class as part of my business major before I dropped out. I still have my notes. If you want, I can even give you my Works Cited to compare with yours.”
“Oh em gee, that would help so much!”
He put Hana’s laptop down gently on the dryer again and then wetly drew himself from her, still as rigid as those silicone laminar bands could be. The little synthetic cum that hadn’t gotten pushed out of her after their almost mutual orgasm dripped down her inner thighs as Hana was set down gently herself. Then he abruptly turned, opened the STAFF ONLY door, and climbed up the stairs, not bothering to pick up his discarded shorts, ruined with various liquids, on the floor.
Now that she was alone, the sensation of liquid trickling past her knee and the sudden awareness of the absence or void within her left Hana feeling strange.
She wanted more.
The omnic returned after a few minutes. If he was still flying full staff or not, Hana couldn’t tell, because she had turned herself away from the door, leaning on the dryer while typing away, still naked. She swayed her hips with her legs spread, shifting her weight from the ball of one foot to the other and flexing her pelvic floor muscles in such a manner that she knew the omnic wouldn’t be able to ignore.
There was a pause, then the door was closed shut. The omnic approached, almost cautiously, but still aligned his hips with hers. He plopped a stack of papers down in front of Hana as something else plopped warmly between her cheeks. She ground her hips enticingly against the cock as she started to shift through the pages and cooed appreciatively to the well written and orderly notes in front of her.
“And here I thought we were done with the… ‘compensation’ for tonight.”
“Whaddya mean? You’re helping me out wayyy more than I’ve helped you out any.” She found the notes that would help her the most with the current paper and did a fist pump, ignoring the hands that were now situated on the curve of her waist. With a bit of a squeeze, he could probably touch his fingers around her and hold her like a sandwich.
“In this position? Are you sure?”
“How else am I going to finish my paper?” She finally looked back and stuck her tongue out at him, “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Ramattra was it?” His name was written on the top of every page of notes with the date from a few years back.
He hmphed, perhaps a bit taken aback that she would bother with names after that semi-anonymous railing before, “Very well, Hana Song. This will be a reckoning.”
She blew a raspberry, “Don’t trifle with me.”
Ramattra pulled her away from the dryer and lifted her up by the hips, her elbows and forearms resting on the dryer with her laptop, her nipples barely glancing the edge of the dryer, her spine curved in an arch that a yoga instructor would envy, her legs dangling against his thighs. For a very real moment, Hana wondered if she should tap out, he would be understanding.
And then he lined his cock to Hana’s dripping pussy and started thrusting.
The row of rivets that Ramattra had down the underside of his cock bumped against Hana’s clit with a submachine gun staccato, hammering home a morse code of straight pleasure downrange her spine to her brain nearly faster than she could process. The change in texture scraped against whatever ridges lined the roof of her pussy walls to mind blanking effect. And with the thrust out each flattened nub popped back into shape, flicking against her clit again. After five quick thrust cycles, had Hana been standing, her legs would have already given out. Instead they quivered in place, slapping her hamstrings against Ramattra’s knees, as her pussy convulsed around the thick cock inside her.
The omnic was unrelenting. Almost immediately after cumming, Hana felt herself nearly reach that peak again, her brain buzzing with ecstasy. Her modest boobs knocked her erect nipples against the dryer’s edge, accenting each thrust with additional sensual pain. She pressed her head down against the dryer’s surface as she struggled to gain any semblance of control over her ragged, raspy breathing, her voice pumped out of her in a high pitched whine. With the pistoning action of Ramattra’s hips, Hana was a very different kind of one cylinder internal combustion engine.
Mercifully, after she had lost count of how many times she had cum, he started thrusting a bit more deeply, assuredly, as if trying to make himself permanently joined with her at the hip, and the hot synthetic ejaculate filled up her most intimate places in staggered bursts. Ramattra grunted with satisfaction, and delicately withdrew himself. He tested placing Hana back on her feet but, finding she had no strength in her legs, kept his hands on her hips for support.
Hana, on her end, had pushed her laptop away at some point. The carefully organized notes were in disarray. Her elbows were raw from rubbing against the running dryer. She finally regained her composure to look bleary eyed up at her computer’s clock.
It was ten forty-five. She had barely typed anything additional.
She looked back at the insatiable omnic. That cock, her nemesis, was still hard and slightly bouncing as if in time with his pulse. Was it insensitive to say he fucked like a machine?
“So, was that your best shot?”
Ramattra sputtered electronically like a burst of static, “Bold words for someone who was nearly unresponsive with pleasure not ten minutes in.”
“So you’re saying this was easy mode.”
“Hana, you are a delight to fuck, and truth be told, I suppose I have been backed up for a while, but this competitive nature of yours will be your downfall.”
It was true enough, now that her brain was draining from that feeling of total cum submersion, her body was tired and sweaty like she had done a full aerobics session, she was awfully thirsty, her nipples chafed like she’d been extremely active but hadn’t bothered to wear a bra, and her cooch felt raw.
“In addition, I note you’ve only written one additional word in the last twenty minutes. And ‘ajshdkjasdajhkfjsghbjg’ is hardly a recognized word in the English language.”
She wanted to say something about John Henry and the Steam Drill, but that was probably also insensitive.
Plus, it didn’t help her case the way the folktale ended.
But his cock was still hard! She’d never been so beaten by a partner before! Not that she had been keeping score. Not that she had mentally charted her previous encounters as wins and draws. She pulled herself up by her arms and shakily sat on the dryer, which was now ending its cycle and was almost too hot to comfortably touch. She exhaled hard, and some bit of synth-semen sputtered out of her and dripped all down the front of the dryer.
Hana watched Ramattra tense up, and she connected a few dots.
“...Wait, you were holding me up to avoid pounding me against your dryer!” The realization felt almost like a betrayal.
“I said they wouldn’t be able to hold up against the strength or weight of an omnic without tanking damage, myself included!”
“I can’t believe that, while you were no-balls deep inside of me, you were still thinking first about your precious laundromat!”
Ramattra pushed his face into his hands, “I have a business to run, and no matter how strict or unfair you may think my rules and regulations here, I generally don’t literally fuck customers!”
“...You could offer it as a side thing.”
“Absolutely not. Tonight was a major, major exception. Do not expect this to occur again.”
With that, he finally went flaccid, the laminar bands of the cock half folding into each other to a more manageable size. He retrieved his gym shorts from the ground. They dripped, soaked with both the synth-jizz and Hana’s love juices. He unceremoniously dropped them into an empty washing machine and started a cycle.
“Are you sure?”
Ramattar looked over, “It would probably be better, and healthier, for the both of us if we left it at this. You have barely over an hour to finish your paper, I'll let you stay past closing since it's partially my fault you've made so little progress.”
“Thanks, but you’ve already taken this course, and I clearly need a tutor of some sort.”
“...Are you offering sex for tutoring? Do you have any idea how unethical—”
“You’re not exactly a TA or directly associated with the school in any way. I’m just saying you could agree to meet up every so often, maybe at my place, maybe at yours, not down here, and we can maybe see if we feel up to fooling around after we talk about Professor Mondatta’s class?” Hana crossed her still slightly shaky legs in what she hoped was a coquettish manner.
Ramattra stared at her with the same unchanging poker face.
“...Let’s see how I feel after we get your essay finished.”
Hana smirked. In her mind, it was now a best out of three.