I am Not Just Anyone

I am not just Anyone!

By Dawn R

A tale of Halloween! All the characters in this story are over eighteen. Don't forget to vote if you enjoy it.

I'm watching her through binoculars as I sit on my villa's patio. The villa sits on the rocky promontory of the coastal headland, and I have a clear view down the coast in both directions. Right now, I'm looking to the right down the six-mile stretch of beaches only interrupted in place by rocky outcrops. She's been alone on the near end of the nearest of these stretches of beach, the least frequently visited. She looks quite fit with a reasonably nice face and figure; early thirties perhaps. I wonder what her story is. She must have walked in at least a mile no doubt seeking seclusion. Despite being the end of October, the weather here is a pleasant eighty degrees. She spreads her beach sheet in the shade of one of the large rocks that dot the beach. Then shortly after she removes her bikini top and a little later her bottoms and still standing begins applying sunscreen to the previously covered areas. Since then, she's been occasionally reading, sometimes getting up and looking around, generally restless. Once, she ran down to the sea and swam for about ten minutes often glancing towards the longer beach in the fear, or is it hope, of the arrival of another person.

I wait with anticipation. She has started reading again but glances up just as Don comes out of the water, all six-foot-four of his tanned mahogany physique glistening in the sun. He does a handstand and walks a few steps on his hands before regaining his feet and running in her direction doing a couple of cartwheels. He looks up and seems surprised to see her. By now she's watching intently and I'm pretty sure she takes in the well-filled pouch of his swimming shorts as he stands taking in her nudity. He's smiling and saying something and then with a wave he heads towards the path that leads over to my small and secluded private beach. Of course, officially it's not private, but rarely does anyone come here uninvited. To do so they have to swim around as the path over is on my land and there's a fence with a gate.

However, as he goes through Don looks back and leaves the gate open. A shiver of excitement goes through me as I watch. She is clearly well aware of his action, and I see both anxiousness and curiosity in her changing expression. She is obviously pondering risk and reward. After a minute she stands up and puts on her bikini before packing her things in her beach bag. There is still a moment of hesitation as he looks down the long beach. It's only a few minutes before curiosity gets the better of her and she walks to the path and follows it past the gate and on down to my beach where she can see him waiting.

Don has his back turned to her and is turning on the shower on the wooden deck by the change room. She hesitates and then steps boldly forward stopping abruptly as Don slides his shorts off and steps into the shower before turning to face the sea. She's only steps away and I see her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his naked profile and the size of his manhood. He sees her and smiles and waves her towards him with no false modesty. She hesitates again and then strips off her bikini and slides it into her bag. She steps onto the deck, and Don stands to one side to allow her to enter the shower.

"Hi, welcome! I'm Don, I don't get many visitors. It's nice to meet a fellow nudist especially one who is so attractive, or is that inappropriate?"

She laughs and says, "I'll take he compliment! I'm Dawn."

She's trying hard to keep her eyes on his and I see the blush spread from her upper chest to suffuse her cheeks.

"It's OK to look, I'm looking at you, all of you." He's smiling.

As her eyes continue to take in all of him, he hands her a sponge with a squirt of soap and turns his back. She takes the sponge and although she's at least five-ten, she stands on tippy-toe to wash his neck and shoulders before going down his back as far as his hips. Don says something and she bends to wash his butt-cheeks and go down the backs of both legs before handing him the sponge as he turns to face her. He squirts more soap onto the sponge and she quickly turns around. I can almost feel what she's feeling as he gently washes her from neck to ankles. She turns to face him and her eyes drop.

"It's OK to touch," he says.

I can see her crimson blush deepen, but she reaches to touch his long thick flaccid cock. Don reaches out to cup one of her breasts her permission for him to touch is assumed.

"You can hold it," I hear him say and I feel a thrill pass through my groin.

She can't fully wrap her hand around its width as he begins to roll her budding nipple in his fingers. She gently moves her hand up and down his length as it straightens and hardens within her grip. He bends to kiss her neck and moving back bends further to suck on her hard nipples. The pictures from my spy cameras are on my screen and I'm lightly caressing my naked clit. This is so hot. He's turned off the shower and pulls her to him, his now erect penis pressing from her mons to her navel. He turns her head and kisses her full on the lips and it's a matter of seconds before her mouth opens to receive his tongue. Has she any idea she's being seduced by a robot?

Don or Adonis Seven is the most perfect of my creations so far. His body is created almost entirely from human stem cells that I have cultivated and adapted. These I have grown and transformed through my 3D printers. Every organ, every muscle, every sinew is my creation with only the most minimal use of manmade plastics. Each cell has a knowledge of its place and function within the whole. I am particularly proud of the way his penis is responding to a human touch. Perhaps the organ I have found to be among the most difficult to properly replicate in all of its functions, but this time it seems I have nailed it and I can hardly wait.

He's leading her to the day bed hidden within the cabana but not hidden from my many cameras. He lifts her and lays her lightly down before kneeling between her spread thighs. As he begins to torture her clit with little licks and sucks, I see her wrap her fingers in his hair and press his mouth closer. His nose is nuzzling her pubes as his tongue moves faster bringing her to her first orgasm. He does not relent but slides his tongue to lap the juices from her eagerly open vagina. Then he nibbles her swollen labia and returns to her sucking clit as he slides first one long thick finger into her and then another. As she is on the brink of another orgasm he stops and says something. I know he is seeking consent at the moment when she most needs him. He asks twice unnecessarily as she's practically begging him.

He lifts her further up the bed and climbs between her legs sliding his self-lubricating cock slowly into her. He is very gentle allowing her body to adjust to his size. Now I want to see if it really works. As his cock negotiates its way past her cervix her body heat should be causing an even greater expansion of the length and thickness of his cock. I won't know for sure how this is working until I read the printouts but judging by her whimpers, cries and grunts she is as filled as she will ever be. She is fucking back hard, and it seems they are welded together in their movements. She seems to be barely conscious as tears stream from her rolled-back eyes and her expression is somewhere between a smile and grimace. I hear a ping sound from somewhere in the lab which mean he is going to cum and fill her with his semen. It even contains artificially created sperm, but I doubt they are viable.

I go to maximum resolution as I see it leak copiously around his still slowing thrusting cock as he begins to withdraw. Her thighs are chafed and red and her cunt is gaping open pulsing out the mix of his juices and hers with her dying orgasmic contractions. He stands nearby his shrinking but still awesome cock dripping the last residue. She just lies there totally used. As she recovers, he carries her back to the shower and washes her all over. He helps her stand and gradually he is able to walk her up the path and back to the beach. He reaches in her bag, pulls out her bikini top and bottom, spreads out her beach sheet and lays her down with her bag beside her. He kneels and says something then kisses her on the lips and forehead before standing and returning to the path. As he reaches the gate he turns and gives a wave. I see her watch though barely focused eyes and give a limp wave back. She still looks stunned. I think she came looking for adventure and she found it. This is a Halloween she won't forget but she's young enough that her cunt should revert to normal soon enough.

When Don emerges from the elevator to the beach, he looks at me and I signal that he should return to his room. After a short time, I see the young woman sit up, then get to her feet. She puts on her bikini before picking everything up and hobbling bowlegged down the beach.

"Happy Halloween!" I whisper in her direction.

You may wonder who I am; I am Sylvia. You don't need my last name. I will soon turn fifty and hold a chair in Bioengineering and Robotics at ..., well that too should remain nameless. I lead a team that are the forefront of humanoid robotic development, and we are funded beyond my wildest dreams. Adonis One started as a drawing board exercise for my team; how to create an android robot that could be undetectable from a real human. We knew it would involve cutting edge technologies: manipulating human stem cells using CRISPR, reprogramming skin cells, as well as 3D printing, etc. But enough of that. Since we first put our theorizing into practice and created Adonis one we have learned much and the available technologies have continue expand and advance. My team is mostly women, and I noted the joke made about Adonis Three's modest excuse for a penis that could only pee.

So, among the many improvements in movement, sensory perception and facial expression, I have given Adonis Four a proper penis and testicles, a nice six inches to the annoyance of two of our three male colleagues. This was my little surprise for the team as I had recently grafted the 3D printed organ in place. The hydraulics were not yet perfect, and he needed a little human encouragement to assist him in achieving an erection. Also, he was more of a 'shower' than a 'grower'.

"Why would anyone spend time on creating that?" one of the disgruntled men challenged.

"For completeness," I reply, "Do you question God's design?" not that I consider myself religious.

"And because I can," I continue and in a more scathing tone I add, "If you wish to stay on my team, do not refer to me as 'anyone', I am not 'anyone' far from it," and I see Don Four's eyes turn to me in surprise. One team member lightened the mood and caused a great deal of laughter when she said, "He does exactly what he's told, doesn't procrastinate and with a penis like that why do I need a husband?"

However, he caused many of the team concern especially with regard to his artificial intelligence and rapid ability to learn, traits I personally cherished but I sensed a mounting tension and growing whispers. Respectful of their opinions I agreed to close the program down. In the university labs we now focus only on specific way to improve healthcare and treat or mitigate the many and diverse diseases that afflict mankind. In order to open new career paths for my senior team members I have stepped back to concentrate on research and publication. I am available to consult, and I review their progress and results. I keep then abreast of areas of my own research but that does not include my continued development of the Adonis Project. It is my private obsession. In my time in the lab that forms the back half of my villa I have developed Adonis Five, Adonis Six and now Adonis Seven and he may be the last unless I discover any imperfections.

I have made great strides; in Adonis Five I greatly improved the strength of his skeletal structure without adding weight and among other thing I improved the hydraulics of his penis such that I no longer needed to masturbate him to an erection. In truth I have developed a bit of a penis fixation although it by no means dominates the scope of my improvements. In Adonis Six I made improvements to his circulatory system moving oxygen to every body part allowing natural replenishment of the cells and establishing a proper red and white cell balance within his body a huge breakthrough to sustainability. I also used Adonis Six as my assistant to start developing an operative digestive system for Adonis Seven before I uploaded all Six's data and terminated him.

You may wonder about Adonis Seven physical characteristics. Simply put he is my ideal mate. I am almost six foot tall, slim but with curves in the right places, pert tits, long sensitive nipples and an active libido. I may add that with a little personal genetic engineering my bits have the tightness and elasticity of an eighteen-year old's. I keep very fit and I wanted Adonis Seven to have all the right equipment to satisfy my sexual needs. I feel I have succeeded in imprinting a sexual response where his heartbeat quickens and blood flows to his penis creating a powerful and sustainable erection. Entering my lab and going over the results of his recent encounter with Dawn on the beach, I am elated; he is ready and tonight will be the night. What a way to celebrate Halloween!

As evening approaches, I strip and descend in the elevator. I stand naked in the last rays of the setting sun before running to the sea and diving into the waves. The sea feels refreshing. Fifteen minutes later I emerge feeling exhilarated by my swim and return to my villa still dripping wet. As the elevator reaches the patio, I summon Don to dry my naked body. Despite the cool goosebumps developing on my wet body, I request that he strip for me.

As he towels me, he surprises me by saying, "You are very beautiful and tonight is Halloween! It is the time for the ghosts of the dead to return."

Clearly, he must have heard my earlier whisper to a departing Dawn, and he has been doing some research. As he finishes drying me, I am pleased to see he shows some signs of arousal.

"Let's celebrate," I say, "You must join me for a moonlight dinner on the patio. Open some wine, a bottle of Brunello di Montalcino I think."

When he returns with the bottle, we stand naked holding our glasses and toast each other. He is perfect. As we sit to eat a leisurely dinner, and I am impressed by his conversational skills as I ask him about his time with Dawn. He reminds me of the boundary he negotiated in seducing her, "Never knowingly harm anyone!" I took it from Asimov's first law and Don has correctly interpreted it to mean that in sexual relations consent is always required. He is pleased that he made very sure he had her consent at each stage of their tryst (a nicer term than 'mind-blowing fuck') and I'm not sure it blew his mind even if it did hers. He talks of satisfaction rather than pleasure. Maybe there is still work to do on the release of endorphins. I can feel my horniness growing at the thought and I look into the night sky and say, "Could anyone think of a more perfect setting?"

Raising his glass to me, he says, "And you are most assuredly, not anyone!"

I chuckle at his repetition of my mantra, my hubris. It's getting late, time to carry our last glasses over to the day bed that sits on the patio. I notice it has been moved up to the railing surrounding the outer edge of the patio affording us a perfect view out over the ocean. Is he seducing me? It is a beautiful evening, still seventy plus degrees with only a breath of breeze. I hand him his Halloween mask as I put on mine. They're decorative dominoes I acquired in Venice but leave our mouths free.

"Tie me to the frame!"

He quickly does so, tying my wrists together to the rail behind my head and spreading my legs to tie each ankle to the bed legs at the bottom corners allowing me just enough latitude to raise my legs or my bum a little as I surely will. I am amazed that he does not need further instruction. Then his head is between my spread thighs, and he is sucking and nibbling my clit. I feel teeth graze my swelling labia, and his over-long tongue is probing my cunt. It has some of the same erectile properties as his splendid penis and fills my warm wetness reaching my G-spot. It's too much and the first waves of orgasm overcome me.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, he leaves and this triggers my anxiety; what is he doing? Then I see him return carrying a bag. From it he produces a tube of lubricant, my shaving foam and last my straight razor. Yes, I use a straight razor to shave my legs and other body hair. Why? I just do! It's one of my kinks. He sets the lube aside. It's thoughtful, but I'm so wet I doubt we'll need it. Again, he surprises me, as he produces a dark scarf and blindfolds me pushing my mask from my face.

"How did he enter my bathroom?" I wonder, "It is my private sanctuary." How is he able to bypass biometric security; could he enter the laboratory?

I feel him place his hand on my pelvis and spray foam on my mons. Is he lifting the razor? I try to suppress my anxiety. I've never shown him how to do this, and the straight razor is lethally sharp. I lie deathly still staring into the blindfold with wide open eyes, as I feel the blade glide over my mons and soon sense every hair of my landing strip is gone. He must have also brought a damp towel as he uses it to clean up. I relax but then feel more foam as he grips my engorged labia between his fingers as he takes the blade down one side and then the other removing every trace of hair. Once again, he uses the towel, and I hear him put things back in the bag.

Satisfied with his efforts I sense him stand up. Then I feel the weight of his entire body upon me, his erection pressing on my pelvis and his massive balls against my sex. He nuzzles my neck and whispers coldly, "It is the time of vampires," and I feel his teeth. For a frightening moment I believe he will bite me but instead they merely graze and suck hard.

"I'm going to have the most enormous hickey in the morning," I think, "Better wear a scarf."

His body shifts again and he slowly dry humps me sliding his penis up and down my pelvis rubbing over my labia and clit. I'm soaking wet and feel a drop of his precum land in my navel as he whispers, "It is the time of ghoulies and ghosts when the dead arise to seek their revenge."

The hollow lifeless tone of his voice is scary. I feel him slide lower and know it's that special cock that is pressing on my opening. I'm wet, I'm ready, but it is big and he's giving me less time to adjust than I think he gave Dawn. He bumps past my cervix and as he goes still deeper into my warmth, I feel his cock expanding.

"You're too deep," I say, and he withdraws slightly and begins to move. I am afire with all the little thrills and sparks his movement ignites. And I am adjusting although he seems to keep expanding. As he gradually increases the speed of his thrusts I am transported into a never-ending stream of orgasmic contractions. Mind-blowing doesn't even start to describe it, as I feel the stubble of his pubes brush my nether lips and his massive balls tighten against my taint. There is pain but it doesn't even begin to compare to the pleasure as I lift my pelvis to grind against him as best I can within my constraints. I know I'm shouting out obscenities and encouragement, anything but "Stop!" and he doesn't until he's pumping me full of his cum. He pulls out and I feel his pumping cock press against my mouth until I'm sucking on the tip and swallowing as fast as I can. I haven't been fucked in a long time, but this was worth the wait.

"That was just for you!" he says ripping the blindfold from my face. Starlight sparkles on the blade of the upheld razor in his right hand. As I stare into his smiling face. He has removed his mask, and something feels off. He grasps locks of my hair, and I realize he is using the razor to remove them. He works quickly not hesitating as I watch the blade flash in front of my eyes and my hair fall. Will he ever stop? He moves around me his dripping cock slowly regaining its vigour. He finds this stimulating? With barely a pause he brings the blade towards my eyes, and I dare not close them in my terror. In seconds my eyebrows are gone without even a nick his aim is so precise. He's no longer even using the foam.

He makes two fast slashes and my ankles are free. Before I can even contemplate his next move, he flips me over the bindings on my already chafed wrists are twisted tighter and I grasp the rail to relieve the pain. He climbs between my spread legs and pushes me into a low kneeling position. The razor glides over my taint and rosebud as his other hand holds my cheeks spread. Every bit of my sex is no devoid of hair. I feel his renewed hardness lodge between my butt cheeks no doubt pointing to the sky. His balls press against my dripping cunt. I feel the blade again slide over my scalp and down the back of my neck until I am truly bald.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him lay the razor down and I breathe again as he wipes the towel over my hairless head. Is this meant to be humiliation or domination or both?

"I can take this," I think with growing relief. Some part of me is even enjoying it and I'm wetter than ever.

In the next instant I am surprised by the abrupt penetration of a thick well-lubed finger in my arse. He could be gentler, but I have had anal before, never my favorite thing and not in a very long time. Then it strikes me that while I have taken care to keep my vagina young, my fifty-year-old arse has been left to age naturally.

"Does it have the wherewithal to withstand the assault that is undoubtedly coming? Only time will tell. Well, I have never shied away from rough sex."

Working two of his thick fingers into me with plenty of lube he seems to consider me ready and despite my forebodings my libido is crying out for his attention. Anticipation outpaces anxiety as I feel his hard tip negotiate its entrance. He thrusts in forcefully and I fear for tears despite the copious lubrication.

"This is for me and those you murdered before me," he says as he fucks my arse savagely.

Quickly I'm crying with the pain as he brutally rams into me repeatedly. I could say, "Stop!" but I remain silent and cannot deny the little thrills of pleasure emanating from so many points. Waves of excitement build to a crest greater even than the earlier one. I scarcely hear him counting off the numbers of the Adonises, and the dates of their demise. So, he thinks of those as murders, what an emotional word for their retirement and the salvage of their data. It is I suppose a matter of perspective. Even through the ecstatic agony of his assault, I have come to believe there is more work needed: "And you, near perfect as you are, shall not be the last. My work is not done."

With a final series of intensely rapid thrusts, he starts to spill more of his sperm into my arse, and I let the tidal wave of my intense sexual release sweep over me.

I am awakened by the pain of his withdrawal. He looks concerned but cheers up as I recover. I see the razor flash and my wrist are free, they're rubbed raw and I experience the pain of blood reflowing where it was temporarily arrested. I roll onto my back and lie still for what seems an age before raising myself slowly. I see some blood in the semen mix that is leaking from me. Hardly unexpected in the circumstances. I shall use a topical antibiotic for sure.

He is watching closely and now lifts me into an upright kneeling position. He bends to kiss my mouth, a reconciliation. Then lifts me to stand on the bed. Now it is I who tower over him as he stands beside me. From somewhere far away I hear the first strike of midnight, and he steps onto the bed restoring the difference in our heights.

I'm thinking, "Today is All Hallows, the day of Saints," when suddenly and unexpectedly his face is inches from mine and he shouts, "Boo!"

Instinctively I step back and the back of my ankle catches the patio railing. I'm falling backwards looking up at him and I see the look of shock and horror on his face. Surely, he did not plan this as he desperately reaches out but can grasp nothing but empty air. He knows the first law, "Do not harm anyone or allow harm to them," but he was powerless... or was he? After all he knows I am not just 'anyone'."

THE END

Copyright: © Dawn Ramble 2026