It’s one of those days where I realize that maybe he’s not coming back. Maybe the barren world above has eaten him alive. And as I’m coming to this realization I’m snapped from my daydream by a loud buzzer. He’s done. I slide out of my chair, wrapping my lab coat tightly around me, even though it barely buttons across my ample sized chest. I walk over to the big metal tube and peer through the glass. I gasp. He looks so much like him. Every little detail, down to his adorable little look on his face when he’s asleep. But he’s not asleep in the least, he’s practically dead.
You see, some time ago the man of my dreams was sent to the surface. Since I’m nothing more than a bio-engineering genius, I get to stay underground with all the other smart people. But since I’m a bio-engineering genius with nothing better to do, I decided to do my own experiment. After my love left, I was cleaning our living quarters when I noticed his hairbrush, which appeared to have not been cleaned in months, sitting on the dresser. I remembered back in grad school a cloning experiment involving taking a bit of dog fur and cloning a puppy from that. Surely I could do it with my man as well.
Which brings us to my current situation. I stand before the chamber, nervous and intrigued. I reach to the side of the door, pulling the lever that will begin to drain the chamber. As the liquid drains away, I notice a fluttering of eyelids. He’s waking up. My experiment worked! I throw open the door and catch him as he stumbles out. I can’t help but smile as he becomes self aware of his nakedness. I slowly eased him down into one of the chairs in the lab. He looks up at me, trying to cover himself with his hands.
I gently take them in mine, moving them away as I lower myself to my knees between his muscular thighs. His body tenses as I kiss a small line across his inner thigh. I grin to myself; it seems that even his mind and nervous system were copied. I continue to kiss along his thighs, letting my tongue linger on the sensitive place just inside the crook of his hip. Then I get a wicked idea. I slowly bring my tongue to the base of his shaft. I hear an audible shudder as I lick along the length of him as if he was the best ice cream on the planet. He shudder again as I position my lips around the head, slowly lowing myself along his hardening cock. This game plays out for a little while, but soon I am sucking hard, taking his full length down my throat. He’s mostly passive, letting me do the work. Only his cock, jumping or twitching in response to my tongue, tells me how he’s feeling. Aside from an occasional grunt or moan, he’s quiet. Mostly, there’s just the squelch of my wet mouth on his smooth flesh.
I want him to come, to pump, to thrust, to yell, to flood my mouth with his bitterness. I suck on and on, my jaws beginning to ache, feeling terribly inadequate that I can’t give him one good orgasm after he’s made me come so many times just the thought of him. I reach out to him with my thoughts, begging him to relax, to trust me, to give himself to me.
And all at once, as if in answer, he quickens. He starts to jerk his cock back and forth between my lips. He arches his back, slamming his rod against my palette, using all the strength of his massive body to stimulate himself. I’m gagging, almost choking, but I don’t care. He’s finally close. I can feel the fluid pumping up the length of him, pulsing, swelling, and I hold my breath, praying for his release.
This went on for months, my dear little copy filling the void left by the man I loved. The only problem seemed to be the look in his eyes. He always had this blank, emotionless stare while we were together. Then again, what else could I expect, he wasn’t real after all. He was just a copy. But I had to settle for what I could get, not knowing if or when my beloved would be returning from the surface.
One night I lay in my room, wrapped in the familiar darkness that would creep up when the artificial sun shut off. Next to me, resting silently was my beloved’s clone. I silently side to the base of the bed we are sharing, lightly dragging the silk sheets along with me. He’s nude, as am I. It gets very hot underground and the temperature regulator just recently failed. So whenever we’re home, we’re usually naked or close to it.
A small smile spreads across my face as I run my finger lightly up his thigh. His eyes flutter as he sits up, smiling back at me. Unfortunately the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, but then again it never does. I crawl along his legs, sticking my tight ass up in the air, as my beloved always loved when I went down on him. Slowly I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, which is already throbbing with anticipation. I slide my mouth down the entire length of him, until I’m practically kissing the base. Sliding back along the length I reach down and gingerly roll his balls in my hand. I grin around him as I hear a soft whimper escape his lips in the darkness. I quicken my pace, his body tightening. Just when I think he’s about to shoot his warm load into my throat I hear footsteps behind me.
Before I have a chance to turn around, I feel a pressure on the back of my head, forcing him so deep I nearly gag. I hear a familiar laugh behind me, followed by what sounds like something heavy and fabric falling on the floor. I continue to suck on my creation, the hand at the back of my head forcing me to take all of his length in over and over. I feel him tightening and know he’s about to burst when I feel something pressing against my already moist pussy. I wiggle my ass playfully and the hand from the back of my head moves away. I’m about to turn around when I feel something slide roughly inside me. A small sound escapes my lips, still wrapped around the hardened cock that I had be working earlier. I feel my pelvic muscles tighten around the all too familiar feeling inside of me. He’s returned to me. And strangely he seemed to be enjoying that he caught me with my clone.
I hear a soft chuckle as he grabs my hips and thrusts deep inside me repeatedly. I continue to suck the cock that is pounding the back of my throat. My dear clone seems to be enjoying himself as well. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel my beloved pull out of me and grab a handful of my hair, yanking me away from what I was doing. He shoves his cock into my mouth, nearly gagging me. I let out a soft whimper, which just excites him more as he pulls my hair tight and plows away at my mouth like a man possessed.
I can feel his cock tightening up, his juices running just below the muscled surface. I begin to brace myself for the warm load that he will shoot when he suddenly stops pumping and pulls out. I look up at him in confusion and barely have enough time to shut my eyes as he lets his load go all over my face. I feel the warm gooey liquid dripping down my face and neck, slowly gliding down between my bare breasts. When I feel it is safe, I open my eyes. He stands silhouetted in the night, a towering beast of a man. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
“Such a good little slut, my girl is.”
His voice booms as he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the tub to clean up. He settles me into the tub, turning the water on. It starts out cold, but warms up quickly. He soaps me up, his fingers lingering over my nipples as he squeezes them playfully, his fingers slipping because of the soap bubbles. I let out a small squeak and he smiles. Once he has me cleaned, I’m wrapped in a warm fluffy white towel and carried back to my room. As I am set on our bed, I don’t even notice the clone is gone. He dries me off and slips a silky black nightgown over my head. Grabbing my brush from the night table, he sits behind me and begins to brush my hair, telling me stories of his most recent trip to the surface. It’s good to have him back.