Message-ID: <29559asstr$985572601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <NiteSweats@aol.com> From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <d5.412d4f4.27efd6b6@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} RP - T30 Valerian Smokes a Cigar {Titmouse} (MF-android, oral) Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 21:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29559> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly T30 Valerian Smokes a Cigar {Titmouse} (MF-android, oral) --------------------------------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valerian Smokes a Cigar by Titmouse (C)1999, All Rights Reserved Valerian drained the last of his coffee and set the empty cup on the small table next to his armchair. "Shem," he said toward the ceiling, "send in Mia." He selected a cigar from the humidor on the table, lit it and settled back in the chair. He had taken only two long drags from the cigar and was releasing the last as a series of smoke rings when the study door slid open and a slight, thin figure stepped in. The door hissed closed. "Yes, sir?" The wem, a young one of about 18, stood with her hands clasped in front and her eyes down. "Good evening, Mia," Valerian said. "How are you tonight?" He clicked the privacy switch on the arm of his chair, isolating the den from the rest of the house. "Just fine, sir," the girl answered, still not looking up. Her face was vaguely Asian, perhaps Eurasian, framed by long black hair. Her eyes - scarcely visible from this angle - were large and dark, with long lashes above high cheekbones. Her figure was slim, almost boyish, although the close-fitting dress showed off her small breasts, her trim waist and the modest flare of her hips. The high-collared, ankle-length dress of jade green velvet was slit on one side to just below the knee, revealing a well-formed calf and slippered foot. "Do you feel like some fun tonight?" Valerian asked. The wem did not answer for a moment. Her eyes flicked upward to Valerian's face, then back down. "Of course, sir," Mia said quickly, as if to make up for her hesitation. "If you wish." Valerian smiled around his cigar. "I think I do," he said. He took the cigar from his mouth and blew out a stream of smoke. "Get me a brandy, would you?" Mia turned and walked to the sideboard in small steps enforced by the long dress. She raised her head as she walked, revealing a softly rounded chin above an elegant neck. At the sideboard, she lifted the stopper from a crystal decanter and poured a generous amount into the snifter next to it. Taking it in both hands, she carried the tulip-shaped glass across the room to Valerian, once again lowering her eyes toward the floor. Mia knelt gracefully at Valerian's feet and presented the snifter, one hand under the bottom. As he took the glass from her, Valerian noted with pleasure the elegance of her every move, the gracefulness with which Mia presented the glass to his hand, two arching fingers supporting the base, the liquid in it scarcely moving. When the brandy sloshed as he took the snifter from her hand, a brief frown at his own relative clumsiness twitched the corners of his mouth. He raised the glass, inhaled the fragrance of the amber liquid, and took a sip. The warmth slid across his tongue, into his throat, and down into his stomach. Mia knelt near his knee, eyes down, hands on her thighs. Valerian looked at her, enjoying her beauty, considering his next move. He dipped the damp end of the cigar into the brandy, then put it into his mouth and took a puff. "Why don't you help me get ready," he suggested. Mia looked up at him briefly. He nodded reassuringly, and she lowered her eyes again as she raised up on her knees and reached toward his waist. Her slim fingers released the knot in the belt of his dressing gown, draped the belt over the arms of the chair, and then folded back the gown, revealing his bare chest, plump stomach and pajama pants. "But, first, a kiss," Valerian added, putting the cigar in the ashtray. Mia placed one hand on the arm of the chair and the other on his thigh as she raised up on her knees and slowly tilted her face upward. For a fraction of a second, her eyes met his, then her eyelids slid down to cover them. The tip of her tongue appeared to moisten her lips, then withdrew as she parted and extended them slightly to meet his own. Valerian enjoyed kissing his wem. Mia's lips were silky soft and warm, tentative but accepting. He slid his tongue forward, and her lips opened to let him in. Putting a finger under her chin to tilt Mia's head back, Valerian kissed her deeply. She met his increased pressure, not pulling away, welcoming but not pushing forward against his mouth. She made a sound at the back of her throat that might have been a faint moan. "Thank you, Mia," he said as he pulled back, then added as she hesitated, "Go on." Valerian settled back into his chair as Mia's warm fingers opened the snap at the top of his pajamas. He lifted his hips briefly as she slid the garment down his thighs. He took another sip of brandy and closed his eyes as he felt the first feathery touch of her lips. As she nuzzled at his middle, he popped one eye open to locate his cigar, took a puff and replaced it in the ashtray. He groaned with pleasure as Mia's wet mouth enveloped him. As the wem worked on him, Valerian's thoughts drifted. He remembered the moment he first saw Mia in the buyer's lounge at Elegant Companions. She had slipped through the curtains of his booth wearing a long crimson dress in a style much like the green one she was wearing now. She had stood, eyes down and hands clasped before her, just as she had stood near the door to his study only moments ago. When he had said "Raise your head, child," she had lifted her eyes to his, and he had seemed to plunge into the dark pools. He had known instantly that he had to have her. Mia's head lifted and lowered, sliding him in and out of her warm mouth. She moved a hand up and wrapped her fingers around him. She was not like Wendy, his previous favorite, who had performed vigorously, greedily, seeming to take as much pleasure from the act as he did. Mia took her pleasure from pleasing him. She focused entirely on him. She was worth her weight in gold, which was more or less what she had cost him. But well worth it, Valerian thought again, as he had reassured himself many times. His head lolled to one side and his half-open eyes drifted toward the wide chaise longue near the corner. Part of him wanted to stop Mia, to rise and lead her to it, to strip the tight dress from her slim, elegant body, and to plunge himself into her depths. Valerian groaned again. The dominant part of him decided to stay right where he was. "That feels so good, pretty one," he whispered. "Go ahead. Don't hold back. Finish me." Without letting go, Mia shifted position, moving deeper between his knees. She took him deeply into her throat, then pulled back and nursed at him more strongly. Her fingers tightened around him and slid up and down along his length. "Ah, god!" Valerian moaned. A wave of pleasure rolled through him. He felt the tightening, the rising force in his middle that signaled his impending release. No longer able to accept Mia's ministrations passively, he began to thrust his hips forward and back. The slender wem was panting as she took quick breaths around him. Valerian felt another and stronger wave of pleasure that washed up and over him, carrying him away. He exploded in a pleasure only a few notches short of pain, groaning and making inarticulate sounds. Mia took the surge of Valerian's ecstasy without flinching, letting his thrusting hips drive him into her, gulping convulsively to swallow his fluid. As he collapsed back into the chair, Mia continued to nurse at him. Even small movements of her tongue sent electric shocks through him. As Valerian relaxed, she laid her cheek on his thigh, holding him in her mouth, keeping him there with a gentle suction. It was several minutes before Valerian stirred. As always, he was slightly embarrassed after sex without having the slightest idea why. Now that the heat, the desire, had faded into satisfaction, he had awakened to a reality that was base and animal-like. He was faintly disgusted with himself, especially his hairy, protruding belly, larger than ever it seemed. "Thank you, Mia," he said curtly. "You may go now." Sensing his mood, Mia pulled back from him, planted a light kiss on his now limp member, and stood up, her eyes again downcast. Valerian pulled his pajamas up, feeling embarrassed at his exposure. As she turned to go, he called her name, and Mia looked back over her shoulder. "That wasn't much for you, I realize," Valerian said, somewhat awkwardly. "Perhaps next time." "Oh, no, sir," Mia said. "You mustn't feel that way. It is my purpose to serve you. It makes me happy to give you pleasure. I hope I was... satisfactory?" Valerian smiled. He was pretty sure Mia knew that she was much more than satisfactory. It was part of the unspoken game they played. "Quite satisfactory," he said, and thought he saw a brief smile of pleasure on Mia's lips before she turned and moved to the door. "Good night, sir," she said, making a slight bow. Without having to look, her hand reached out to touch the door plate. It swished open, then closed after her, and she was gone. Valerian realized that he still held the brandy snifter in his left hand and marveled that he had somehow avoided dumping it onto the floor in the throes of his climax. He raised it to his lips and took a large swallow, reveling once again in its taste and warmth. His picked up his cigar, blew through it to exhaust the stale smoke inside it, then relit it. He took a deep drag and sighed it out. His life had never been better than it was now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Valerian Smokes a Cigar' by Titmouse Story 30 Author's Note: Originally, I promised 29 stories, but that seemed an awkward number, so I've added this final one. Although it can stand alone, it's actually the opening chapter of a longer story that I've worked on for several years, off and on, about future relations between humans and androids. It's a topic that has fascinated me since my teenage enthusiasm for science fiction. With rare exceptions, however, science fiction at that time couldn't deal with what seemed to me to be the most obvious and likely use for artificial humans. I won't post any more of this story because I hope some day to turn it into a commercial product. It seems a fitting end to my series of posts, rounding the number up to 30. I hope you've enjoyed them. I'll be around, but at present I have no intention of writing more. 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