Programming a Fantasy

It’s the way she walks that I noticed first. Her blue eyes, cascading brunette hair and perfect neckline all contribute to a vision of stunning beauty, but her walk. You can’t tell much about a person’s body in our fleet-issue jumpsuits, but you can tell a lot about her from the way she walks. Her stride is confident and strong, not typical of officers used to working in the reduced gravity of a fleep ship on patrol in deep space. It’s the type of thing that sparks curiosity in a lonely junior officer.

I know that her stride is a result of the time she spends working out in the many fitness and physical training areas of the ship. I shouldn’t know this but I do. I hacked into the biometric scanners and security cams that monitor every room on the Ocasio-Cortez, using my privileges as the ship’s AI Interpreter. I noticed her the first week of our patrol, lithely working her way down a corridor during shift change and immediately looked up her datafile. Nobody knows the computers on this ship as well as I do. I wrote a sentient program that can show me what she’s doing at any time, and reads out her vitals to my ocular terminal. I can see her elevated heartbeat in the corner of my vision now, and I know she’s doing cardio on deck 6, on the stair simulator, maximum intensity. She’s watching a vintage television program from the 2020’s on her ocular implant.

Hacking ship systems is a capital offense. If caught, I’ll be put in an airlock and shot out into space, where my frozen body will orbit the sun at a distance of 800 million kilometers for eternity with only the occasional passing asteroid for company. It’s worth it.

You can tell a lot about somebody from constantly monitoring their biometrics and data consumption. I know she does cardio during her mid-shift break, that she just added 5 kilos to her squat last week, and that she pays way too much attention to the political situation back on Earth, downloading and listening to news audiocasts as soon as they get beamed to the Cortez. I know that she increased the gravity in the indoor climbing gym to a factor of 1.15. I know she loves her job working in the ship’s archives. She tries to go to sleep before 2300 hours and get up at 0530 but usually sleeps in an extra 15 minutes.

I hacked her personal vidfeed as well, and was astounded to find out she regularly consumes pornographic material. She comes off as professional to the point of prudishness in her capacity as the ship’s archivist, so you wouldn’t believe the things she likes to watch. The things we like to watch.

Over the course of our year-long patrol I’ve subtly changed the functionality of the algorithm that predicts the type of erotica that enters her vidfeed. I analyzed the pornvids she likes the most with the Cortez’s tactical computer and used the artificial intelligence framework to subtly change them to suit my needs. I created a program that systematically manipulates her favorite vids in to suit my interests. I added hypnotic suggestion to the audio track outside the range of conscious perception, and utilized a form of hypnosis that relies on manipulating colors the human brain can’t visually differentiate.

I trained a computer to train her. To want me.

This brilliant and highly illegal scheme has been months in the making. I am achingly close to it’s conclusion. The last vid I put in her feed features an officer who looks suspiciously like me waiting for a woman who looks suspiciously like her in quarters that are suspiciously identical to hers. She’s watched it 28 times in the past 33 days, and her biometrics indicate multiple orgasms while doing so. It’s almost time for me to conclude this magnificent experiment in technological and psychological manipulation. It’s time for the final test of my plan.

I’ll be waiting in her quarters. She’ll be startled to see me at first as the door shuts , then recognize the familiarity of the situation. It will be exactly what she wants. What I want.

We cross the room to each other and I feel her hands on me as our lips meet. She runs them up my back, chest and face. The soft kiss that has lingered for a long moment intensifies and she presses her body into mine. A soft moan escapes her involuntarily and I respond in kind. She tilts her head as the kiss intensifies and her tongue enters my mouth, my hand behind her head gently pressing her into me.

As we kiss my hands find her breasts, first over her lightweight off-duty tunic, then sliding underneath it to caress the smooth skin. When I find her nipples they are erect and I begin to stiffen. Pressed this close she surely notices me becoming erect. Another moan. this one more intense comes from her and I respond with a low growl, an animal sound that issues from deep inside me, a vocalization that says without words how much I want her at this moment. Time ceases to exist. Her hand finds my hardening cock and rub it gently over my pants as my mouth slides from hers and I run my tongue from the nape of her neck to her earlobe. She groans.

In an instant she is pushing me onto my back on her bed, removing her shirt in the process. She is flawless. I start to pull my own shirt off and she helps me, throwing it aside. She climbs onto me and as she moves to kiss me our flesh meet for the first time as our chests touch. My heart is pounding in my ears.

Her body undulates on mine as we kiss, my hand sliding down her back, hers down the front of my pants and feeling me, fully hard now. She wraps her fingers around the symbol of my attraction for her and a gasp issues from my open mouth. I feel her disengage from the kiss as she moves her mouth to my chest, her hair draping over my face and open mouth. Her lips find my stomach as her hands undo my pants, sliding them and my underwear down. Before I know it she’s looking up at me from below my waist with my erection in her hand. Her blue eyes are filled with something close to hunger as she meets my gaze. Then she takes me in her mouth and my heart stops. Her lips and tongue caress me gently, exploring the shape of the head and shaft of my impossibly erect cock. Her gaze meets mine again, this time holding me in her mouth as her hand begins a stroking motion. I slide my hand through her hair and gently reinforce the cadence of her head as it begins to move up and down.

I feel her shoulders and back, lingering on the feline strength of her physique. I am aware that she has slipped the rest of her clothes off her lower body and we are now naked together, her breasts gently brushing against the skin of my thighs. Soft sounds escape her mouth as she intensifies her movements, her hands grasping me more tightly.

Suddenly I feel the urgent need to kiss her again, so I put a hand under her arm and pull her up to me. For a second her body stiffens, as if she is reluctant to cease in the action of pleasuring me, as if the act she is performing brings her as much pleasure as it does me, but she relents and comes to me, wiping the back of a hand reflexively across her mouth before meeting my kiss.

The kissing reaches a new level of intensity. The explorative hesitation from before is gone as our tongues explore each other. She tilts her head and presses it into mine as if she wants to obliterate the distinction between our bodies. We remain pressed together as one as I roll her onto her back. I let her feel my weight pressing down on her as we both moan. My right hand moves from her breasts to below her waist and I feel the softness of the skin between her thighs, which part as my fingers find the warm wetness of her. A soft cry involuntarily escapes her mouth as my fingers find her clitoris. She is drenched in anticipation of the moment, and I feel her undulate slightly as I begin to massage her gently. I’m surprised when seconds later she stops kissing me and shudders momentarily and I realize she just experienced an orgasm at the touch of my fingers. I press harder and she shudders again, looking me in the eyes for a moment then kissing me deeply, the intensity of her lips relaxed momentarily. She then resumes our kiss with the same earnestness as her hand finds my hardness again.

I disengage the kiss and move my mouth to her breasts, lingering on each in time, firmly taking them into my mouth and savoring the texture of her hardened nipples. Her body contorts in literal waves that begin at her legs and move upward beneath me. I’m so close to being inside her that the temptation to enter her at this moment is impossible to resist, but I have to taste her at this moment. I want nothing more than to feel the sensation of her reaching orgasm as before but with the sensitive skin of my tongue and lips pressed into her as she shudders. My tongue traces a line of wetness from her chest past her navel and she parts her legs fully for me. My hands reach the roundness of her upper thighs and my chest touches the cool fabric of the bed and I gaze into her. Unable to resist any longer the tip of my tongue touches her and I hear her gasp.

I press my face into her. Her hand grasps the back of my head and we find a rhythm and before long she has another orgasm. I taste and feel the release of her as she comes, drops of her running down my chin into my facial hair. I pause my movement as the waves of pleasure rack her body, then resume with increased fervency. In this fashion, she comes again twice in short order.

After the third orgasm I feel her looking down at me and meet her gaze. Her eyes are soft, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly parted from rapid exhalation.

“I need you” she says.

“I need you.”

It’s the first thing we’ve ever said to each other.

I feel her hands on my shoulders and back as I move up to her, our mouths practically wide open as they meet again. Her body evokes more than desire in this moment as we press against each other. Our bodies want each other, inexorably pushing us together.as we kiss.

I encountered her wetness for the first time, pulling my face back from our kiss and looking into her eyes as I enter her. She gazes into me, then her eyes involuntarily squeeze shut as I press further into her. I move slowly and pause halfway, but she pushes down on me, enveloping me in her warmth. Her eyes open to mine again as I fully enter her, and as I push the last bit she explodes with another orgasm. This time I feel not only her body contort but the rhythmic contractions of her around me as she gasps and moans, fingers scratching the skin of my back.

For a moment we remain that way, pressed fully together at the waist, eyes locked at a distance of mere inches. Then I pull out slowly, feeling the reluctance of her flesh at losing the sensation of me fully inside her. Our lips meet as I begin to undulate and we establish a slow rhythm, our bodies finding a natural cadence. I am pulling almost all the way out of her, then thrusting back into her so forcefully her whole body rocks with the impact. Unable to concentrate on anything besides the sensation of our fucking, my lips leave her and I press my open mouth to her neck, exhaling deeply with each beat.

We rock back and forth like that for a time, the metronome of our passion ticking off a steady, passionate tempo. I rise on my arms and look into her face as she gently absorbs the impact of my body, uttering curt nearly subvocal moans in time with me. I pause for a moment and then increase my speed. The gentle rocking becomes more fervent until I am pounding into her and sweat begins to gather on my skin and the hair of my brow. The room warms, the bed makes soft protestations and the collision of our bodies emits an soft audible clapping sound. The warmth and wetness of our passion soaks me as my tempo reaches a crescendo. My heartbeat is thunderous in my ears and my breath ragged as I pause for a moment, deep inside her. Our lips meet for a moment and linger tenderly, just touching. We regain our breath.

As one, we roll our bodies over until she is straddling me. A sheen of moisture covers her body and perspiration moistens the hair on her neck as she leans back and closes her eyes. I feel her push me deeply into her, her legs folded so that our feet are intertwined. I touch her toes with mine and she curls them in acknowledgement before opening her eyes and beginning a rocking motion. As I look down at the point where our bodies touch there is no space between us as she moves on me, our skin sliding effortlessly with the slickness of our passion.

Her slow movements intensify. I bend my legs slightly, tilting her body towards mine as my lips find her breasts again. I mouth each in time, caressing the other with one hand as the other slides down her back to grip her waist. I lose myself in pleasure, gyrating mindlessly into her. The taste of her sweat electrifies me. Pushing her even farther over me until her chest is pressed against mine again I begin to trust to meet her movements. We forget everything except for the sensation of this moment. The division of our bodies ceases to hold meaning and we function as one, two minds and one body experiencing this moment outside of time. I feel the encroaching wave of my body coming to climax and am powerless to resist. Our bodies are moving together so quickly I feel faint from the exertion, but still go faster and faster. I hear the gasping of her breath and know that we are going to come at the same time, that we are going to share this moment of release simultaneously. Our bodies are pushed together with her atop me, our mouths meeting, my arms grip her tightly around the waist guiding her onto me.

And then it happens. I push into her one last time deeper than ever before and feel my warmth pour into her. Inside her I feel the beating of an orgasmic rhythm that echoes mine. She shudders and gasps so hard it sounds like breathless sob. My ears ring and my vision goes blurry. There are tears streaming from my eyes and my body reverberates with the exertion. I tighten my grip around her for a moment and then loosen it so she can lean back and look at me. Her eyes slowly open and lock onto mine and she lets out a deep sigh as the tension drains from her body. She collapses back onto me and we both breath deeply as I envelop her with my arms. I can feel her breathing on my chest deepen further and as my cognitive functions return to me and realize she’s fallen asleep with me inside her. I mean to savor this moment but soon join her in unconsciousness, lulled to the sleep by the low thrum of the Ocasio-Cortez’s engines.

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