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19^ Hank - Pills And Playtime

I try to focus on the book I'm reading, but all my attention is on the man that cooks in the kitchen. Connor, my Android partner, shifts from foot to foot in time with the soft music that plays. When he feels me staring at him, he winks back at me. "It'll be done in a minute, Hank."
"Thanks, Con." I stare down at my book. I'm not reading any of the words. I'm just staring and thinking about Connor. How could I not? He's teasing me on purpose by choosing to wear nothing but an apron. And, I mean, nothing but an apron. And, he's facing away from me, showing off his round butt.
I'm so weak.
He finishes cooking and carefully arranges the food on a plate. I no longer try to hide the fact that I'm watching him as he brings me dinner. "Eat up, Hank. I made your favorite." I take the plate of spaghetti from him. He sprinkles Parmesan cheese on it before setting a fork on it and walking away.
I twirl my fork, spinning the spaghetti around before bringing it to my mouth.
Connor comes back from the kitchen in a pair of underwear. I don't know when he changed. He sits down next to me, giving me some space as I eat. "Is it to your liking?"
"Mhmm. This is really good, Con. Thanks."
"You are most certainly welcome, Hank." He rubs my thigh as I eat. After a few minutes, he rests his head on my shoulder. My heart beats quickly, but I keep eating. Connor likes it better when I'm full before we do anything. He's freaky like that.
I never knew that Androids could be so kinky. Connor's such a kinky bastard. I've done all sorts of things that I've never done with anyone else. He's tied me up, spanked me, jerked me off while I ate, edged me for days, etc, etc. The most common thing for him to do is fuck the shit out of me until I'm a crying, red-faced mess on the bed, and I'm dripping wet from his juices.
And, I'm too old to keep up. I need pills to keep going. I can only do so much without the help of a pill. I can't satisfy Connor enough without the help of pills.
When I'm done, I give Connor the plate. "I'm done."
"You know what time it is." Connor pulls out a pill and displays it to me.
"Ugh. I wonder what you'll do to me tonight, Connie." I open my mouth, and he places the pill on my tongue. He brings a cup of water to my mouth, tipping it up so I can swallow the pill easier.
"Now, we wait." He takes the plate back to the kitchen. I sit back on the couch. The pill will kick in in a few minutes. I swallow a few times. Whenever I swallow pills, I always feel like I need to swallow a few more times just to be sure. Connor comes back and sits down next to me. He smirks. Connor smirks a lot. "I need to prepare you." He slides his slender hand up my shirt. When he says he needs to prepare me, he means that he wants to play with me. Connor doesn't need to prepare me. We've done this so much, I don't need to be prepared, anymore.
I pull my shirt off. Connor likes to start playing long before the pill kicks in. Once it does, that's when he gets vicious. Connor's a different person when the pills kick in.
Connor leans down and presses his warm, wet tongue to my nipple. He caresses the bud with his tongue until it starts to secrete a clear liquid. He licks it up, humming contentedly. The whole time, I let out heavy breaths and a few moans.
"You're so good, Hank," he whispers. His hands work magic on my nipples, pinching and pulling at them. "This is my favorite part of the day. Using your body and playing with it. It makes me so happy." He slides his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, Hank. Let's go to the bedroom."
I let him pull me up and lead me to the bedroom. When the door shuts behind me, I know that it's begun. Connor takes my hips in his hands, effectively squishing me between him and the bed. He takes my chin in his hand. "Your body is so pretty, Hank. I'm so excited to get to use it." He kisses my chest, then my stomach. He moves down to my shorts and pulls them off, along with my underwear. "Look at this pretty cock of yours." He takes it and strokes it a few times.
"Connor..." My legs shake beneath me.
"Hmm? Are the pills kicking in? I know, they make you shaky." He picks me up and sets me on the bed. I watch as he puts a glove on. "You know the drill, sweetheart."
I get on my hands and knees, facing away from him. Connor rubs two lubed fingers against my hole.
"I like it when you're obedient, Hank. Makes things a lot easier." He pulls me apart with his thumbs. "Look at this little hole. So pink, and tight, and ready to be fucked." He pushes his thumbs inside, and I groan.
"Fuck, Con..."
He pushes three fingers inside, slowly pumping them in and out. "Feels so nice, darling." He leans over the bed, smirking at me.
I whimper pitifully.
He pulls my balls and squeezes them a few times. "I love your whimpers."
"C-Connor!" I whine. I hate whining.
"Oh? What, sweetheart? Is the pill kicking in?" He tugs my rock hard cock. "I think, it is."
I scoot forward on the bed to give Connor some room to get up. I lower my chest so my ass is in the air. I can feel Connor's cock pressing at my opening. He puts himself inside. I can feel him stretching me out. I moan quietly as he slowly thrusts in and out.
"I can't wait to cum in you and fill you full, Hank. I'll keep you here all night." He reaches a steady pace, thrusting in and out fast enough to make me unravel beneath him.
"Aahh! Connor!" I grab the bed sheets and pull at them, gritting my teeth as I take him balls deep.
"So tight," he murmurs. He speeds up, fucking me faster. I moan louder. His cock fills me so full.
"C-Con-nor!" The cries come louder and more frequent, coming in time with the sound of Connor's body hitting mine. "Connor, please! I-I want your cum!"
"Shh, Hank. You're being so loud." I don't know what he wants me to do about that. He's doing everything in his power to make me be as loud as possible. He pauses to cum in me, then keeps going.
     "P-Please..."
     "Don't worry, Hank. I'll destroy you tonight." He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back, slamming himself inside. "I'll make you sore again."
     I whimper loudly. I bite down on my hand to keep myself from crying out.
     Connor pulls out. "Beg."
     "Huh?" This is new.
     "Beg. You heard me."
     "C-Connor, please. I want your cock. Please, I really want your cock."
     "You can put a little more enthusiasm in it."
     "Please!" I cry. "I'm begging you! I need your cock, Connor! Please, I need it so bad!"
     "Need it?"
     "Need it! Please!!" I whine.
     "Ok, ok, calm down. Let me back in." I settle back down, and he goes inside. I immediately am a moaning mess, and he fucks me so hard.
     Ropes of cum shoot from me, landing on the bed in puddles. I groan softly. After cumming, Connor's relentless pounding starts to not feel so good.
     "Give me a few more minutes, dear. I'll be done soon." He wraps his arms around my torso. His thrusts don't falter, even as I cry out weakly. He keeps going, using my body until he reaches his second climax. He pulls out slowly.
     "Shit, Connor.."
     "Did that feel good?"
     "Of course, it did."
     Connor sighs. "Come. Let's sleep on the couch tonight. The bed is stained with cum. You need sleep. You deserve it." He helps me get my underwear on, then he leads me to the couch. "I want my sweet baby to be nice and energized for me tomorrow." I lay down on the couch with a tired sigh. Connor lays down on top of me. "Sleep, now, my love."
     I close my eyes and drift to sleep. With the pill having drained all my energy, sleep comes easily and quickly.