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Sandy's Graduation Project

by Arabian Knight

Copyright© 2019 by Arabian Knight

Erotica Sex Story: Sandy's graduation project in computer science is turned into a sex machine remotely controlled by some friends creating immense pleasures of power, powerlessness and sex. The professor may have caught them.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Lesbian   Heterosexual   School   Robot   Group Sex   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Public Sex   .

“Ok Sandy, my penis please!” I said to Sandy while she was getting ready to key-in the settings on her laptop that controls two robotic hands that she designed for her graduation project at the computer science college where she and I have been competing for the highest grades, recognitions and pushing our limits. “Excuse me?!” Sandy with a shock responded. A moment of silence passed by. Then she with confusion and shyness said, “these robotic hands for massage, Tim!”

“I know,’’ I responded, “massage with a happy ending hahahaha”

“Sorry Tim”, she replied, “I haven’t programmed these hands for ... um such an activity”

“Activity?!” I exclaimed, “you mean a hand job! You don’t need to program anything! The same squeezing that these two hands do on the shoulders or arms or legs, let them do it on my penis!”

Sandy took a moment to think about it while staring through her glasses at my face. I can see through her big blue eyes that she’s thinking intensely not just with the technicality of my request but also with emotions and desires. I’ve always fantasized Sandy but didn’t know how to tell her or ask her out. Most computer geeks struggle with social skills. I found this opportunity to break the ice.

“I never thought in my wildest dreams that my design would be used for sexual activity!” said Sandy.

“Everything in the world ends up in sex if you come to think of it, doesn’t it?!” I replied.

“How long you’ve been thinking of this idea, Tim?” Sandy asked.

“Just now really, but I’ve been thinking of you for quite a while!” I replied and she blushed more.

“OK get the door of the lab! We don’t want any audience, do we?!” she demanded.

I rushed to the door, quickly locked it or so I thought, and came back. I put my hands on my crotch, slowly unzipped, and struggled with pulling my penis as it was erected from all the talk. Sandy was trying not to stare! Sandy couldn’t hide her surprise and admiration as she saw my erect penis with the swollen crown on top. I can feel the waves of pleasure coming from my penis as I exposed it to Sandy. She handed me the two robotic hands and began to tap her keyboard saying, “Please position the two hands where you want them to be!”. I put the right hand on the crown of my penis and the second hand on the shaft.

“Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I firmly responded. She hit a button and I began to feel the gentle squeeze on my penis from both hands. Sandy was looking intensely at the hands, my penis and my face. “How does it feel?” she asked. “So good!” I answered. A minute passed and then I said, “Faster please”.

“Faster what?” Sandy asked. “Faster squeezing”, I answered. “Sure”, Sandy replied. A few taps from her fingers on her laptop and I felt the squeezing became faster around my penis. Another minute passed and I said: “a bit harder please”. “Sure. I’ll make the squeezing a bit harder”, responded Sandy.

This pleasure was so new to me. I’ve never experienced such pleasure in all my adventures before. The thought of having pleasure from artificial hands was intensifying my pleasure. Also, the thought that these artificial hands are are controlled by my classmate and friend Sandy is electrifying my sensation. On top of all, seeing her big blue eyes through her thick glasses looking at me and my penis under immense pleasure began to push me quickly towards the pressure of ejaculation. However, I didn’t want to finish so soon. I wanted to enjoy more. I tried to think of other things to prolong the experience, but nothing seemed to work. As I was moments away from ejaculating, Sandy yelled and unconsciously tapped her laptop that made the hands stop suddenly. She was terrified looking at something behind me. When I turned, I saw a couple of our classmates standing there looking at the two robotic hands on my penis.

“Oh geez, how long you two have been standing there?” I yelled. The guy said, “long enough!”

“Brad please, Kim please, don’t tell anyone about this.” Sandy begged the two. “I won’t if I get to enjoy those hands as well!” replied Brad. Kim hit his shoulder and yelled, “Shut up, Brad. This is so unacceptable! I’m gonna report this!”

I found myself frustrated being cut so abruptly from the best pleasure in the world. I stood angrily, letting the two robotic hands dangle from my erect penis, faced Kim and said “report what? We’ll deny it! How about you join this experiment? May be this experiment is sexual in nature but it’s relevant to every human being on the planet, literally. You should try it Kim! I’m sure Sandy can let these hands rub your clit and whatever else you want rubbed!”

“You are right Tim” said Brad “Come on honey, loosen up!” And then he turned to me and asked: “was it so yummy?” To that I responded “oh you have no idea! I actually don’t need the 2nd hand, you can have it!”

I pulled the second hand and handed it to Brad. Kim turned around and was heading towards the door when Brad quickly grabbed her forcefully and yelled “shush, not a word, you understand?” she looked terrified and she complied. He brought her back to where we were and sat her on a chair. He stood there thinking for a moment and then said “tell you what, let’s experiment on her first and then back to us!”

 
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