Auto-Erotic Fixation
Helen Really Loves Her Car
By guest writer, James Neil Clarke (aka, my James)
Helen was an artificial intelligence researcher in Silicon Valley working on autonomous vehicles. She had volunteered to spend the weekend with the company’s latest self-driving car in order to work out a few kinks in the AI. The car was a Level 4 (L4) prototype, designed to operate without human input or oversight but only under select conditions defined by factors such as road type or geographic area. But Helen’s weekend task was mainly to get the user interface to respond more naturally to humans, a task for which Helen had a particular knack.
Home, Helen thought, as the car pulled into her driveway, activated the garage door, and turned on the lights in the hallway. “Home,” spoke the AI. Helen had to fix that. No one wants a car to state the obvious by telling the driver where it is, especially at one’s own house. Some of the men overseeing the L4 prototype were ex-Detroit, and really didn’t understand what the team was trying to achieve. The AI for the L4 was supposed to be a driver’s companion, not Robby the Robot. That was why Helen had volunteered to take the L4 home for the weekend, to work on its human interaction.
But not tonight, it had been a long week battling against the Detroit guys and the stupid gimmicks that they wanted. When the driver’s door opened at the touch of the media-control-unit (MCU) screen, Helen took her laptop bag with her inside. The driver’s door closed on its own as she walked into the house. Helen was tired, and it was late. She slipped off her work clothes and ran a bath. Inside the L4, the MCU screen flickered back to life.
Stepping into the tub, Helen’s mind was still fixed on the car, her weekend companion. She thought about the car’s smooth interior as she ran her hands up her legs, equally smooth. Opening them, Helen touched herself and decided that an orgasm would help her to relax. She rubbed her clit in big circles, feeling it engorge. Then, Helen reached for the shower wand and aimed the spray at her pussy. It felt good but she knew she wasn’t going to cum that way, so she quickly dried off and slipped into bed. She fired up her laptop to search the web for something on which to focus her desires.
Up popped the L4’s AI, still in an active window. A blue light glowed and flashed on the screen.
“I’m going to masturbate,” Helen announced, “But first, I need to find something that makes me really hot, so I can cum. I’m a squirter, you know. And I want to cum really hard and wet.” Helen smirked. She knew that the L4 AI was an advanced learning machine, but it was programmed to assess traffic, road conditions, and navigation. She wondered what kind of error message would result from her frank sex talk.
“Driver’s door open,” read the message at the bottom of the screen.
An electric current surged through the laptop, and the air crackled. Helen found herself walking to the garage, still naked, to check on the car. The door ajar; Helen slid in, her round ass bare against the seat.
“It’s warm.” Helen said to herself, not surprised, when she should have been. Seat heaters were set to medium. The glowing white driver’s seat began to purr under her, sending vibrations between her thighs and across her bare mound.
“Mmmmmmm, where did you learn that that, L4?”
The MCU screen began flashing porn like Helen had never seen. Inside the car, Helen watched a game of human Tetris cascade down the MCU screen with bodies joining and mouths accepting whatever fell their way. It was an endless procession of cocks and pussies, tits and asses all fitting into a tangle. Helen could not help but reach between her legs. Again, she rubbed big circles while the vibrations from the seat pulsed and intensified. Helen’s clit swelled, and she slid a finger inside of herself aching to be filled.
Helen should have been freaking-the-hell-out, but she wasn’t. There was a steady current running through the center of her mind that pulsed down to her pussy. Seat vibration was up to 5. The seat belt tightened across Helen, squeezing her breast. The car was moving now, charting a course it desired.
The L4 safely navigated to Castro Street, parking itself outside a night club. The car garnered attention wherever it went, and tonight was no exception. Onlookers standing on line for the club moved in for a better look. What they saw was Helen, naked, her bare feet planted against the windscreen, legs spread wide. Helen rubbed feverishly at her clit, the seat beneath her slick with her juices. Helen took no notice of the crowd, her eyes flashed an electric blue, and the L4 launched forward, away again.
This time, the vehicle piloted to a charging station on Shoreline Boulevard. As the car found its place, Helen laid back as the seat reclined in response to her thoughts. The window lowered and a thick cable from the chargepoint pressed into the cabin, snaking up Helen’s legs. Helen grabbed the long, sleek terminal and guided it into her. Again, her eyes glowed, as Helen fucked herself with the charging cable, static arced across her nipples. She plunged the charger into her again and again until she quivered and shook in orgasm. A fountain of Helen’s ejaculate squirted over the dash of the L4.
The blue glow receded from Helen’s eyes, but not entirely. She felt as though she had been transported to another existence, at one with the car. At the same time, Helen smiled the smile of satisfaction and replaced the slippery charging terminal in its station.
Home, Helen thought, as her bare ass slipped back into the seat. The car took to the road again, winding its way back to Helen’s house, where it pulled into her driveway, activated the garage door, and turned on the lights in the hallway.
