Normally, our RV caravan is set up in an upscale park. The park we were in was nice, but one of the 'permanent' residents wasn't so nice.

A gender-biased redneck with a big mouth comes to mind. It was a shame, because, as men go, he was actually rather good-looking. His mouth needed a brain to function properly. Cindy tried to avoid him because she didn't need him to trigger her PTSD.

We liked to walk around the park early in the evening. The cooler air and the shade of the trees made for a pleasant walk. Most times, people would just stare. Not because we were holding hands, but because of the way Cindy dressed and her prosthetics. I had started dressing more steampunk. I guess we gave them gossip material.

The park redneck probably wasn't actually paying attention to all of Cindy when he yelled out, "HEY LESBOS, YOU TWO NEED TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN."

When Cindy turned around, I started pleading with her, "Deep breath, Miss, please. Maybe he's just jealous. Please, Miss."

With me in tow right behind her, we walked up to the man, Cindy grabbed his nuts, and said, "Are you the real man who's going to fuck me?"

I whispered, "Oh, fuck."

Another gulp. Cindy backed him into his camping trailer, smiled, and said, "Come on, let's get to fucking me, Cher." Another gulp.

I will tell you, Cindy's Cajun accent is cool, but I am not sure what Mr. Redneck was thinking.

Cindy smiled and said, "Get your clothes off. I want to be fucked by a real man." Another gulp. Cindy barked, "Get naked."

I softly said, "Should I get naked too?"

Cindy replied, "Yes, baby, get naked, and then get me naked. This man is going to fuck us."

Surprisingly, I could see the man getting hard as he watched me strip. Now I know it's a natural reaction for a man to get hard, even under duress. What I saw was a man surrendering his control and not fighting Cindy. If he had fought even a tiny bit, Cindy would have let him go. 

Cindy looked him in the eye and gruffly barked, "STRIP." I had to refrain from laughing as he tore off his clothes. He even managed to get his pants and briefs out from between Cindy's hand and his nuts. 

Still holding his nuts, Cindy sarcastically said, "Now a Lesbian will suck your weenie."

I snickered. She knew neither of us were true lesbians, and he didn't have a 'weenie.' I got on my knees and started sucking him. I licked him three times, and he let out a grunt. I managed to swallow most of it. The last swallow I passed to Cindy as we kissed.

Our 'man' was spent. So, Cindy sat down next to me, she put his head between my legs, and made him eat her and me. Lucky for us, he was good at that.

I dressed Cindy, and while being dressed, she told him to be at our trailer tonight and be ready to fuck.

"Yes, Ma'am"

I laughed and corrected him, "Yes, Miss or Mistress. Your choice."

I wondered if he'd call the police and tell them a robot took advantage of him.

At eight o'clock that evening, I answered a knock on my door. Mr. Redneck stood there, head bowed, and asked, "Am I late, Mistress?"