2 comments/ 40027 views/ 5 favorites Android By: bassbelly Philip # 47 walked into the space station lounge. He surveyed the patrons and went to sit with a girl he had met a week ago. "Hi, Ginger," he greeted her. "Hi Philip. What brings you out tonight?" "Three pump modules broke down so I cannot continue until they are replaced." She didn't offer him a drink because she was fully aware that he was an android, a new model, but an android, none the less. Ginger's curiosity was burning brightly. "Do you have any feelings at all?" she asked. "No, they are supposed to come out with an emotion card next year, though. I'm not sure I want one." "Why not? Don't you want the full human experience?" "I'm not sure that I do. I have seen much apparent pain caused by emotions. I do not know what a strong negative emotion might do to my circuitry. I might get angry and hurt someone. That would not be a good thing." "That's true, but on the other hand, you would experience joy, love and sadness, all of which are part of the human condition." "I would like to experience love. But even love seems to cause great sadness sometimes. How could I adjust to that? I have no experience." "Surely the circuit designers and programmers would compensate for that. After all, we can't have a bunch of angry supermen running around, now can we?" "I must do some research before I am ready to make a rational decision." "By the way, are you a fully functional android?" she asked curiously. "Yes, I am equipped with everything a human male is equipped with." She took another sip of her drink. "Would you show me?" "I cannot do it here. To do so would violate my social graces programming and render me inoperative." "What if we went somewhere else?" "What are you suggesting?" the android asked. "I am suggesting that you come back to my place and show me your equipment," she answered, taking another sip of her drink. "I cannot do it now as you may have already consumed too much alcohol and may not be capable of making such judgments." "Are you saying 'no? How embarrassing, to be turned down by an android." "I did not say no. I said, 'not now' perhaps tomorrow." "Okay, tomorrow, I'll be here and I'll be sober." "Please be sure that you are willing to do this before you engage in it. Humans are delicate. Androids are not." "I'll try to remember," she answered as she stepped out the door and started to her cubicle. When she awoke from her sleep cycle, she remembered the incident with the android. "I can't believe I was coming on to a machine! And, I can't believe the machine turned me down! How horny am I to proposition an android?" she said to herself. During her work cycle, she thought about Philip and how he had turned her down. It must have been her fault, since Philip did not possess emotions. He could not have been insulting her. Why then, did she feel so bad about not being able to seduce him/it? Work cycle completed, she headed for the lounge. Philip was not there. She was glad because it gave her a chance to try and clear some of the confusion she felt. Did she want to try an android? Several of her friends had. None of them gave bad reports, but then again, none of them were wildly enthusiastic about the experience. They wouldn't say why. Curiosity was driving her mad. She had to have that android! When Philip entered the lounge, she was drinking water with a twist. Philip's sensors immediately detected that she was not drinking alcohol. "Hi, Philip," she greeted him. "Hello, Ginger. How are you today?" "Sober. I still want to see your equipment," she frankly stated. "How do you feel about that?" "I cannot 'feel' about that. If you want to do this, I will oblige you." "Let's go," she said with firm resolve and led him out of the lounge to her quarters. As soon as they entered her cubicle, she started taking off her clothes. It took about two minutes for her to be completely nude. She had large, round breasts and a shaved pussy. Turning to him she asked, "What do you think of this?" "You appear to have all the human female equipment," he replied. "Please remove your clothing. We'll find out if it is operating correctly," she said. It took Philip less than twenty seconds to divest himself of his garments. Her eyes went directly to his crotch. She could see that he had a 'sort of' penis. It was small and limp. "I hope it gets bigger," she thought. "Does your penis get any bigger?" she asked him. "I can inflate it to almost any reasonable size and consistency. I can make it rotate and/or vibrate when we are coupled. The choice is yours." "Okay, make it about nine inches long and two inches thick." At the command, his penis started to swell. Soon it attained the required dimensions. She reached out and touched it, expecting something cold and still. Much to her delight and surprise, it was quite warm and throbbing. She pulled him toward her bunk and directed him down beside her. Her pussy was absolutely soaked. "Let's get it on!" she cried. Philip mounted her missionary style and slid the big penis into her vagina. He immediately started thrusting into her. It felt great! "Can you stroke a little faster," she gasped. "Of course." He answered and picked up the pace. Then she remembered the 'rotate and vibrate' statement he had made. "Rotate it for me please," she requested. Immediately she felt the cock start to rotate inside her. She had never felt anything like this! "Vibrate it please," she asked. Now it was vibrating and spinning within her. She was crazy with lust and the need to cum. She humped him harder and harder as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Can you cum?" she grunted. "Of course." He answered. "Tell me when." Between the vibrating, thrusting and spinning, she was losing her sanity. Quickly her orgasm overtook her and she started to tremble. "NOW! NOW! CUM NOW!" she yelled. A warm liquid shot into her cunt as her vagina clamped down on Philip's dick. It was still as hard as when they started. She waited for him to say something, but nothing was forthcoming. "Let it deflate in me," she ordered and felt it start to shrink. It fell out. Philip got off and stood by the bed, ready for the next order. Now she understood why none of her friends were wildly enthused about the experience. Although the actual coupling was nice, there was no feeling, no human element. The poets had been right all along. Good sex required at least a modicum of love. Android of My Dreams "I'll see you next week, Greg. Great game, man! Hey, can you believe we actually survived the attack on that goblin camp? Thirty against 5! Lucky for us, the GM was having a bad dice night." The excitement in Dragan's voice was palpable. "Oh, I know, I know. It was so wicked! I'm really glad you found Jeff online. We really needed a good GM after that last one we had. What was his name, Rob or something like that?" "Ron, his name was Ron and he wasn't that bad," Dragan defended, "I only invited him because Stevens kept pestering me." "What does your personal shopper have to do with this? Wait, don't tell me, his son?" Greg questioned. "Nephew, actually. Hey, he said Ron loved to play and had run his own game for like five years. Who knew it was a game he ran by himself for himself," Dragan laughed as he continued, "Oh well, live and learn." "Definitely. Anyway, I have to jet. I've got to be at work by 10 tomorrow, which will give me about 6 hours of sleep if I hurry," he said heading for the door. "Alright. See you next week. Hey, call me when you get the specs on that new processor you guys are working on and I'll make my decision on backing you." "Hey thanks! Aah, the benefits of having the independently wealthy in your gaming group," Greg laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Now get out of here before I get blamed for keeping you. Give Shirley my love and let her know how much I loved her brownies." Dragan rubbed his stomach contently. "Will do, man. Hey, what are you up to tomorrow? Maybe I can drop by for lunch. I might have the specs by then," Greg inquired. "Probably sleeping until about 1 or 2 and then who knows. I saw some things online I wanted to check out but other than that, dunno. I'll be here though. Drop by and I'll have Chef make you something." "Cool. David's cooking is delicious. Thanks!" he paused, "Oh by the way, if I haven't told you recently, you really need to get out. Have you called that psychotherapist I told you about?" "Yeah. She thinks she can help get me outside, which would be great. She's coming by on Tuesday." "Awesome! It won't be long before you can start doing normal things, like going to grocery store and the mall." "I doubt it will be that soon, but I'm hopeful," Dragan said shrugging. "Alright man. I'll let myself out. See you tomorrow about 2ish," Greg said, leaving. "Right. Bye." Turning back to the game table, he grabbed his laptop, shut off the music and headed for the door as well. Dragan's gaming room, or dungeon as he liked to call it, was on the lower level of the mansion. He had it designed to look like exactly like a medieval dungeon, complete with wall torches and shackles. The table was made of solid stone and the chairs looked like stone but were extremely comfortable. They had built in heat and massage. His friends loved them. It was one of his favorite rooms in the mansion. Carrying his laptop under his arm, he headed to his room, which was on the third floor. Once there he stripped down to his boxers and flopped onto the large comfy couch. "Let's see what's on the menu tonight? Prego? BBW? Oh wait, I think tonight's specialty is girl on girl, yummy," he said aloud, amused. He had been surfing for about an hour without finding one single site that thrilled him. It was always the same pictures and movies. He should really think about starting his own production company or maybe just hiring one of the big names like Seymour to supply him with fresh content. Not a bad idea actually. I think his company is housed in Cali as well. I'll put that on my list of things to do tomorrow, he thought to himself as he continued to mindlessly surf. He paused as one of the links caught his eye, then said aloud, "Well hello, what do we have here?" He hit the link and it took him to a site called Create A Mate. The site claimed to sell realistic cybernetic female companions that would act and respond just like a human. It claimed that the robot would be the perfect mate and that she would never judge, always loving even the most repulsive man. At 26, Dragan was far from repulsive, in fact, he had often been told by woman and a few men that he strongly resembled Val Kilmer, except that he had blondish red hair and dark green eyes. If it weren't for the phobias he developed after his parents were killed, he was certain he would have a very active social life, not to mention sex life. Interesting, he thought as he scanned it. The sight was well built and looked legitimate. The more he read the more intrigued he became. The robot was powered by a renewable power source, the sun, and she only needed to be exposed for less than an hour a day. Her skin absorbed the rays of the sun, converting it into energy. They explained the process in detail, but as interesting as he found it, a lot of it was beyond even him. "Amazing," he said aloud. In the center of the page there was pair of jiggling boobs with the text "For more information CLICK HERE". The "Click Here" was centered directly over the tits. He decided that getting some more information wouldn't be too pathetic. As much as the possibility of having a companion after all these years thrilled him, he didn't get his hopes too high. It's not like this technology is even possible yet, but what the hell, he thought to himself shrugging. The contact form was fairly mundane, so he filled it out. It only took a few seconds and he hit submit without even giving it a second thought. He looked at his watch and was shocked when it read 5:25am. Fuck! How could it be this late? he thought. Unfortunately, he was wide awake and frustrated as hell. He did the only thing he could at this hour. He pulled out one of his favorite anal videos and stuck it into the DVD player. He turned on his TV and the action came to life on his 72 inch plasma screen. Nothing like moaning in surround sound, he thought, laughing. It wasn't long before he found just the right scene and showed himself some self love. *** "Master Dragan, wake up, sir. You have a phone call," Dragan stirred not wanting to wake, "Please, sir, wake up." "What is it Alistair?" He asked his manservant. "What time is it?" he asked certain he had only slept for an hour or so. "It is half past three, sir." Dragan was surprised by that. He must have slept poorly. It was unlike him to sleep so long. "Did Greg stop by? Did Chef feed him?" He asked not truly caring. "Yes sir, he left you something in the study and of course we fed him," Alistair said as if it should have been expected. "Chef whipped up something that smelled wonderful." "Good, good. Now who's on the phone?" he asked stretching. "Megan, from Silicon Valley Cybernetics. Do you want to take the call in here? I have the cordless." "Please. I may be up but far from ready to get out of bed," he said amused that they called so quickly. "Here you are sir. Just hit the hold button," he said pausing, "I will leave you too your call, sir and will be back with your breakfast shortly." "Thanks, Alistair." He depressed the hold button and answered, "This is Dragan." "Mr Petrović, this is Megan Reynolds from Silicone Valley Cybernetics. I received your email requesting more information on our girls. Do you know much about our company?" She had a pleasant enough phone voice but she butchered his name, but then again everyone did. He couldn't have a simple name like his mothers maiden name, Smitts. Oh no, father had to be from Serbia and bring with him Petrović. I should really consider changing that name. Maybe I should just take my first name and drop the last all together, like Madonna or Prince. Dragan, he thought, amused as hell. "Mr Petrović? Are you there sir?" She asked. "Oh yes, sorry. I'm here and please call me Dragan," he insisted. "Well, ok, Dragan. Do you know much about our company?" "Just what I read on your site, which if I must say, sounds totally unbelievable." "I can understand that. Well why don't I give you some information and background on our company and then I can answer any questions you may have." "Sounds good," he paused a moment thinking, "Actually, I'm kinda busy today, so why don't I just ask you what I really wanted to know and then if I am still interested, I can set up a time for you to give me your full spiel?" "Fair enough, sir." Dragan jumped right in without any hesitation, "Was the site for real? Do you really have the ability to make a fully functional, believable companion? What is the cost and how long is the production time?" "Well, let me start first with the costs since it would be a waste of your time should it not be acceptable. The base cost for one of our 'girls' is 10.2 million dollars; however that price varies depending on the options and level of programming you require. The..." "10.2 million dollars?" he interrupted rudely, "And you placed this add on a porn site? Who runs your marketing? What a waste! Most schmucks surfing porn sites wouldn't have that kind of money. Do you really call every single one of them?" "Actually, sir, we only call back a select few. Most get an automated email response including the price, some general info, and graphic photos, which is what they mostly wanted anyway. Our systems are set up to flag only those names which have monetary notoriety. We only make initial phone contact only with those candidates. Now may I continue, sir," she sounded annoyed. "That makes more sense. Please continue, Megan." "Where was I? Oh yes. The companion is fully functional both sexually and socially. She sleeps, eats, laughs, and cries. She has great capacity for learning and comes standard knowing seven languages of your choice. If we were to start production within the next week, she could be shipped to you by New Years Eve. Does this sound like something you would be interested in, sir?" Holy shit, very! Where do I sign? he said to himself. "You have my attention, Megan. But I have another question? Your site stated that she would be guaranteed to love me no matter what. How can you make this guarantee and what happens if she learns to dislike me?" He tried hard not to show the vulnerability he was feeling. He was such a reclusive geek that he hadn't had a girlfriend in nearly 6 years and not for lack of trying. He was subscribed to all the matchmaking sites and services he could find, but every time he met the next woman of his dreams, she turned out to be a money grubbing, stuck up, bitch. They all feigned interest in the beginning but he could always tell it was the money they wanted and not him. "That is relatively simple, Dragan," she said bringing him back from his internal rant, "We send a psychiatrist to your home to administer in depth psychological tests. In addition, we also send an AV crew. The AV crew places several surveillance cameras in every room of your house filming your every move, day and night for two weeks. They document your habits and quirks, good and bad. The data we collect is then analyzed. Using the results of the data, we program your companion to be accepting of all of aspects of your personality. She will also have a team of technicians assigned to her, available to adjust any aspects you find intolerable." "So then, if I understand you correctly, she can just be reprogrammed if we have interaction problems?" "That is correct, sir." "Sounds great! Can I send my jet to pick you up tomorrow? I would like to get this started as soon as possible," he said sounding way too eager. "Well we typically like to have you come to the office to see one of our companion demonstrations and to sit down with our designers to create one of your own." "That is not an option, Ms Reynolds. I have agoraphobia and have not left my home in nearly 6 years, so I must insist that you bring everything and everyone you need for this to my home tomorrow." "As you wish sir," she said without skipping a beat, "I will bring our team, including Amber, our companion, to your home in the morning. Could you please have your jet land at our airstrip? We can be ready at, let's see," she said pausing. Dragan could hear her flipping through papers. "Would 8am tomorrow be acceptable?" "Absolutely! Thank you for being so understanding of my limitations. Will you need anything specific from me tomorrow?" "No, sir. We will bring everything needed to make this process enjoyable. Just relax and we will take care of everything." "Great. I will have you speak to Alistair to get the address of the airstrip as well as all your contact information. Just one moment." Without waiting for a response he put her on hold and pulled the cord next to the bed, calling Alistair in. "Did you need something, Sir?" Alistair asked formally. "Alistair, could you please take down Ms Reynolds' information and then make arrangements for the jet to pick her and her crew up at their facility tomorrow morning at 8am? They will probably need ground transportation so make sure they have whatever they need." "Of course, sir. Should I bring in your breakfast now?" "Yes, thank you. I am starving." *** The crew from Silicon Valley arrived at 10 am. It took 3 vans and a box truck to bring all the equipment and staff from his private airfield to the mansion. Megan's staff consisted of 15 in total, including her. He introduced himself as soon she and another woman came through the door. She was a very good looking woman with long blonde hair and a tight curvy figure. "Megan, so good of you to come on such short notice. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Dragan Petrović." He extended his hand in greeting, smiling. Her grip was delicate and warm, her hands soft and well manicured. "Good morning, Mr. Petrović. I'm Amber and it is a pleasure to meet you sir," she said with a slight giggle. "I'll be your companion for the day, sir. This is Megan." He acknowledged Megan with a dismissive nod of his head. He was much more interested in Amber. He was absolutely awestruck by her beauty. "Wow! You are amazing, Amber." There is no way this woman's a robot, he thought to himself. "Thank you, sir." He couldn't take his eyes from her. "Is she really a robot?" He asked Megan without looking at her. "I assure you, Dragan. She is indeed a cybernetic life form. Amber, please show Dragan your access panel." Her voice held a slightly commanding tone but was very friendly. "Of course, Megan," she said cheerfully as she lifted her skirt exposing her upper thigh. He watched as she gently caressed the area just beneath her bikini line and was surprised to see a seam appear. She touched the corner lightly and the panel popped open. Inside there was a riot of blinking lights and circuits. Oh my god! She's a robot! Unbelievable! he thought. "You can close it now, Amber. Thank you." "My pleasure, Megan," she said pausing, "Mr. Petrović, may I use your restroom." "Of course. It is down the hall to your right, second door on your left and please, call me Dragan." "Thank you, Dragan." He watched in awe as Amber walked from the room. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Megan asked pulling his attention from Amber as she disappeared down the hall. "Very. She's so real. She uses the bathroom?" "Yes, she is real in all ways that anyone would notice. You will have a chance later to see a demo." The way she said that made him think that he might just get a chance to truly get to know Amber in the biblical sense, which had his cock throbbing to life. "Shall we get started on the paperwork and then the designing of your dream girl?" "Yes. I am definitely sold. You can have your men set up in the lower level. I've had the staff clear the dungeon for your uses. Alistair will show them down and Chef Willis has laid out some sandwiches and refreshments for us in the study. Do you think Amber would want to join us?" "Of course. I am sure she would love to. She will only be a moment. Did you say dungeon?" She asked hesitantly. "Yes. It's where I play D&D. I had it designed to look like a medieval dungeon. There is a large stone table down there that would be perfect for your equipment." "I see." That was all Megan said. Yet another one who thought he was a dork. He could hear it in her voice. What she thought really didn't bother him so much, but it was disappointing. Hopefully his new companion wouldn't find it repulsive. He turned when he heard the sound of Amber coming back from the bathroom. Her heals clicked rhythmically against the marble tile. As she came into view, he watched the gentle sway of her hips and the slight bounce of her breasts as she walked toward him. She smiled at him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she approached. "Amber would you like to join us in the study for some refreshments?" Dragan asked as she neared him. "I would love to," she said holding her hand out to him. He took it gently and headed toward the study. "You have a beautiful home, Dragan. Such a large house for just you and your servants. It will be so nice for you to have someone to enjoy it with, won't it?" Amber's attempt at small talk bought him back from the daze he was in. Her proximity to him had him distracted. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it. My parents bought it shortly after they married thirty years ago. My father comes from very old money in Serbia and my mother was the only daughter of a Texas oilman. After their death, their fortune passed down to me, as did this house," he paused taking a breath, "It is way too large for me, so yeah, I agree that it'll be nice to share it with someone." "You know...I probably should let Megan tell you this but since the subject of your companion came up I doubt she would mind." She was speaking softly, her head angled toward him. She continued, "You seem like a trustworthy man, Dragan, and as such I feel it would only be right to offer you the opportunity to have a legal companion. By legal, I mean that she will have a birth certificate, citizenship and most importantly a social security number. It will make it possible for the two of you to marry and eventually adopt children if you want. Now you have to understand that this isn't at all legal but through our connections we can make it possible. There is however an additional cost of 250k, if you are interested." "Really? I could marry her? That would be wonderful! Cost is of no concern and who cares how legal it is. I'm definitely interested, Amber!" She seemed pleased by this. I wonder if she's legal, he thought to himself. "That's great news. I'm so excited! I will let Megan know." "Let me know what, Amber?" Megan came up quickly behind them resting her hands Amber's shoulders. "I let Dragan know of the special services we offer and he agreed that," she paused looking around before continuing in a slightly lower voice, "his companion should be a legal entity. Isn't that wonderful, Megan?" Dragan could tell just how much this pleased Amber. "Yes, dear it is." Megan said as she kissed Amber on the cheek. "Dragan, did Amber tell you of the additional cost involved?" Megan inquired. "Yes, yes, of course she did, but as I said earlier, cost is no object. I want her to be perfect even if she winds up costing 50M." He couldn't believe this was really going to happen. It was like a dream come true. "Now Dragan, I just want to go over the contract with you and then I can leave Amber to her demonstration. Shall we begin?" She said removing a large stack of papers out of her briefcase. "Absolutely. Please sit in my chair. It'll give you more room, and I'll sit on the couch with Amber." He sat down, patting the seat next to him. Amber sat down next to him, leaning into him. He put his arm around her, relishing the feel of her soft warm breasts pressing against him. It had been so long since he had a woman pay this much attention to him. It made no difference to him that she wasn't human. Android of My Dreams *** It took Megan nearly an hour to go over the contract and then another 40 minutes for him to sign all of the necessary forms. He should have his lawyer go over this tomorrow morning, he thought, then dismissed the idea. For some reason he trusted these people and for him trust didn't come easily. Plus he knew enough of the law to recognize the legitimacy of what he signed. "Ok, well that is all I have for you until Amber is done with her part of the presentation. I will leave you in Amber's capable hands for her demonstration. When she's finished, would you please meet us downstairs, so we can start the process of designing your companion? Oh and would you mind calling your man to come and show me to the dungeon? I want to see how the boys are coming along with the setup." "No need. If you just go right out of this door, the stairs to the lower level are two doors down on your left. The dungeon is the door at the far end. You can't miss it. The entire wall that the door is on is made of stone. It looks like the entrance to a cave. There are also many intercom units throughout the mansion if you find yourself lost. We will be down shortly." "Thank you. I should be fine. Please take your time and enjoy Amber's demonstration. It is so much more stimulating than mine," Megan said giving him the most knowing grin. With that Megan left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Dragan turned to Amber as she stood up. She wasted no time in un-tucking her emerald silk blouse from her skirt. As she slowly unbuttoned each tiny gold button, she began to give her verbal presentation. "I am a fully functional cybernetic life form. By fully functional, I mean that I can eat, sleep, dream, swim, have hours of sex both vaginally and anally, whatever you wish of me. I feel both pleasure and pain. I can even participate in most forms of BDSM. When my flesh is spanked or whipped it will redden, welt and I will cry out. For all intents and purposes, I am real." She paused briefly as she removed her top and unsnapped the front clasps of her bra, exposing her milky white, firm breasts. He guesstimated them at about a full C, just the way he liked them, large but not too large. "For my demonstration today, I will give you the opportunity to experience what it will be like to make love to your companion. Please explore my body and attempt to discover the secrets to my pleasure. You don't need a condom, as I obviously can't become pregnant," she winked at him, smiling, "Now comes the audience participation portion of the presentation. If you wouldn't mind, could you help me out of my skirt, Dragan," she asked. She finished her verbal presentation by dropping her bra to the floor, running her hand down her body, over her still clothed pussy, arching her back. He needed no invitation to make love to her. It had been so long that just the sight of her half naked body made him nearly spill into his jeans. He reached out for her, grabbing her hand and pulled her down on the couch. She squealed in surprise as she fell onto his hard body. He kissed her passionately and she responded quickly, moaning against his mouth. She tasted so good, so fresh, like she had just had a mint. He rolled over her without breaking from the kiss. Her hair was so soft in his hands as he gave it a light tug. She gasped, kissing him even harder. He broke from her lips, kissing a line down her slender neck to her breasts. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he sucked it in hard, drawing a moan from her as she writhed beneath him. Her nipple was rock hard and he lathed it thoroughly, biting it lightly then circling it with his wet tongue. With his free hand he squeezed the other firmly, tweaking the nipple hard between his fingers. She moaned loudly shaking her head back and forth almost violently against the couch. Time to see what secrets lie beneath her skirt, he thought excitedly as he raised his head, ending the worship of her breasts. He quickly unfastened her skirt, pulling the zipper down. She was wearing a black silk g-string, which matched her discarded bra. In one movement he removed both her skirt and her underwear, leaving her naked beneath him. Her pussy was expertly trimmed, leaving only a thin runway marking the way to her warm hot cunt. His cock was so hard it pressed painfully against his jeans. "My god, you're beautiful Amber," he said as he looked down at her. She blushed in response as she reached for the buttons on his jeans. "You like?" she asked innocently. "Oh I definitely like." "Then take these off and fuck me," she demanded breathlessly. "Not yet. I want to taste you," he said watching the effect of his words on her. "Oh yes! Eat my pussy, make me wet for you," she moaned, arching her body up toward him. "Sit up, baby and shove your cunt in my face. I want to feel your wet pussy on me," he said as he knelt on the floor in front of her. She was moving too slow so he grabbed her ass and dragged her forward. Her pussy was so close he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He noticed her clit was as rock hard as his prick. Her pussy lips were full and red, swollen with excitement. Her scent is what drew him in the last few inches to her wet hole. She smelled musky and wholly feminine. He drove his tongue deep into her cunt, causing her to moan. She tasted so good. He stayed there lapping at her pussy, savoring her, then slowly abandoned her hole for the little nub that was begging for his attention. He ran his tongue lightly over her clit and she rocked her hips into him. When he sucked it into his mouth lathing it with his tongue, she went wild, bucking into him. "Yes, yes, suck my cunt. Yes, right there. Don't stop," she moaned. He continued his assault on her clit as he stuck a finger in her tight wet hole pumping it slowly into her. He wanted her to her cum. "Cum for me Amber, let me hear you, baby." "Harder, Dragan, fuck me harder. I'm so close." Dragan slipped another finger into her and fucked her hard and fast while sucking her clit. He could feel her cunt muscles contract seconds before she began to cum. "Yes, Yes, oh god, yesss. I'm cummming Dragan! Yesssss!" His assault on her cunt didn't stop until her muscles stopped milking his fingers and her moaning quieted. He removed his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. He wanted to taste her cum. The evidence of her excitement was leaking down his chin. "Oh, Dragan, no more, please let me rest. I am too sensitive, right now. Let me suck you. Stand up and stick your hard cock in my mouth," she begged. He didn't need to be told twice. He stood, quickly shucking his jeans, tossing them into the corner. He took his rock hard tool in his hand, stroking its length. He watched as she sat up, noticing that she was still breathing heavily from her cum. He guided his cock into her waiting mouth. "Take it easy on me, Amber. I am so close." It was his turn to beg but he could tell she wasn't going to listen as she took his entire length into her mouth. He felt his tip slide past her tonsils into her throat. He had never had a woman able to take his entire length. The feeling was almost too much as she bobbed up and down his cock, sucking gently. He felt every movement her tongue made as it massaged his hard prick. He was so close. She started to make small mewing noises as she fucked her face with his cock, faster and harder. His balls slapped hard against her chin. "Oh yes, Amber, yes! Suck my cock. I am so close, baby. Yes! Just like that. YES! Oh god, I'm cummming! Yesss!" His cock pulsed just as his spunk shot into her waiting mouth. He spilled rope after thick rope into her throat and he watched as she swallowed it down, milking him for every last drop. To his shock he was still hard and ready for more. He withdrew his cock from her warm mouth reluctantly. "Stick it in me, Dragan. Fuck me hard," she begged lying back on the couch and spreading her legs wide. "Roll over, Amber. Let me fuck you from behind." "Mmmm. Ok, you dirty boy." He watched as she rolled over slowly onto her hands and knees, thrusting her firm round ass up, wiggling it invitingly. He was mesmerized. He reached out, rubbing his hand over her round firm cheeks, delving into her tight, wet cleft. She moaned pushing back against his hand. "Yes, Dragan, yes! Don't make me wait. Fuck me. Shove your hard cock in me, drive me hard," she moaned impatiently. Removing his hand from her cunt, he mounted her from behind in one hard plunge, driving the breath from him. He pumped ruthlessly in and out of her pussy slapping his balls hard against her clit. His cock gyrated deep inside her tight hole, bumping her womb hard. The sensation seemed to only make her hotter. "Oh my god, oh my god. Dragan! I'm cumming. I'm cummmming! Yesssss!" "Yes, baby, yes. Cum hard for me Amber." Her cunt milked his cock as she came hard, throwing her head back, slamming into his cock. The pressure began to build fast in his balls. The feeling of her pulsing cunt sent him over the edge. He slammed hard and fast into her wet slit. "Amber! Yes! Yes! Fucccck!" He slammed into her one more time before spilling his seed deep into her. He rocked back and forth into her as the convulsions in his cock continued. He was spent. He reached down, pulling her up against his chest as he tried to gain control of his breathing. "That was so amazing. Thank you, Amber," he said placing a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. "Can I just hold you for a few minutes, or do we need to get downstairs?" "This is your demonstration, Dragan. We can do whatever you like." He pulled her into his arms and held her against him, stroking her hair gently. "So what did you think, Dragan? Will you be happy with your companion?" She asked with a wicked grin. "Amber, if you are any example of what I can expect, I think I will be hard pressed not to be." He gave her a kiss on the forehead. "I just wish I had the energy to sample that lovely bum of yours," he said laughing. Her laughter joined in. It was clear he was exhausted. She held him to her breasts gently stroking his hair. It was several minutes of very comfortable silence before his flaccid cock slipped from her wet sheath causing them both to laugh. "Shall we get dressed and go design the love of my life?" "I think we should. It will be fun for you, you know, and don't forget that Megan and I will help as much as possible," she paused, "Can I use your shower? I would really love to clean up." "Of course. You know I really find it amazing that you are a cyborg. You are so incredible." "Thank you, Dragan. I hear that a lot, the cyborg thing, I mean. You know what's funny is that I don't really think of myself as anything but a woman. I mean I know what I am but I feel as real as you." "You certainly do," he said wickedly as he squeezed her breast lightly, causing her to blush. "Come on. I'll show you to the guest bath. Mind if I wait for you to go downstairs? I want to spend as much time with you as possible before you go back to Silicon Valley," he said running his hand down the length of her body, causing goose bumps to appear on her back. "I'd like that. You want to join me in the shower? I'll wash yours if you wash mine," she said seductively. "Absolutely," he said massaging the cheeks of her ass, his fingers delving into her tight puckered rose. She moaned, grinding her ass into his hand. *** It was nearly two hours before they made it to the dungeon. The others were sitting around drinking coffee and finishing lunch. Chef must have thought to feed them, he thought pleased. Megan was the first to see them enter the room. "Glad you two could join us, finally. That must have been one hell of a demonstration, Amber." He thought he sensed a bit of jealously but then it was gone. "I am a slow learner, Megan, but Amber was quite the teacher," he said planting a kiss on the back of Amber's neck. "Good, Good. I'm so glad she could help show you just how perfect our companions are," Megan said sounding sincerely pleased. "Shall we get started building your companion? Have you given any thought as to what you want?" "Some, actually. I have always loved redheads, like myself, but I think I would like hers to be more of a strawberry blonde instead of my red." "Well that's a good start. Why don't you have a seat here by Jacob and he can help you visualize your mate." "Hey Jacob. How should I begin?" he asked as he plopped down in the chair. "Well, sir, I would like you to just start describing different features, much as you just did with her hair color and I will make a 3-D model of what you are describing. For instance, is this the color you were thinking of for her hair?" Jacob turned the screen showing Dragan the generic model with hair the exact sun-kissed color he was thinking of. "Exactly. Now I was thinking that I would like her hair to be about waist length, curly, and one length. Her eyes a deep violet maybe or brown green hazel. Yes, brown-green hazel. More of a green gold. I would like her to have one dimple that shows when she smiles. Her lips should be full and kissable like Angelina Jolie and a voluptuous body. Not thin like Amber, as gorgeous as she is, but more like Drew Barrymore before she lost all that weight or like Tara from Buffy," he paused taking a breath, "Her pussy, excuse the term, should have the same color hair as her head and her clit should be well defined. I really like oral sex and a nice hard clit makes it more fun. "Her breasts should be a full heavy C with large pouty nipples. Her butt, I would like to be shaped like Amber's but in proportion to her body, a nice full heart shape." "Whoa, whoa. Hold up a second. Let me input all that you have given me. It'll just be a minute while I get the 3-D model updated," Jacob said busily typing away. "Megan, is it possible to have her programmed with of all my favorite movies and books as well as the love of gaming? I would really love to have her share this part of my life with me." "Absolutely. Amber is my mate and if you noticed, she has a strong grasp of law and the selling of the mate as a product. She is as much a part of my success as I am," she said, clearly proud of Amber as a person. She loved Amber, which was plain. What he couldn't understand was how she could love her so much and still share her with all her male clients. "How do you do it?" "How do I do what?" "How can you share her with me and other prospective clients when it is clear that you love her as much as I hope to love mine? Doesn't it drive you crazy?" "How can you judge me? You have no idea how much it kills me every time I leave her with a man for her demonstration. To know that someone who doesn't love her is using her body like a whore, it tears me up!" He watched as the emotions warred on her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to judge you. I was just trying to understand." "She allows it because she has to and I go along with it for the same reason. I love her with all my heart but the only reason she has me and I her, is that I was given to her with the knowledge that I would be part of the selling process. She has no choice but to go along because she would have never been able to afforded me without their conditions," Amber said as she went to comfort Megan. "My apologies to both of you. I would do the same to have the love you have for each other." He felt like such a heel. He didn't think that his questions would hurt them both. Truth be told, he wasn't thinking at all. He had to find a way to fix this. "Amber, Megan, if you'd like, you can use one of the guest rooms if you need some time alone. I really am sorry I brought either of you any emotional distress." "It's not you, Dragan, I assure you. It's just that the last time Amber gave her demo, I nearly lost her. The man wanted Amber, and only Amber. I had to fight hard to keep her. In the end I had to make an identical twin of her, right down to her personality. I am still kinda raw from it. I'm really sorry I snapped at you when you have been the first client since I started with the company that actually seems to want a lover and friend verses just a sex slave," Megan said hugging Amber tightly. "I am a lonely man, Megan and I need a companion. I can purchase sex and have, but I don't want that anymore. I want what you and Amber have." His honesty and sincerity were palpable. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that. Your companion will have a good home. Have you given any idea as to what you would like to name her?" "I am not her parent. You are," he said smiling, "I would really like if you named her and gave her a history, like parents, birthday and place, a life. I want her to have had a happy and loving childhood, and lots of good memories." "I can do that for you," she said proudly. "Megan, would you mind if I took that on? I want to give her the background I wish I had," Amber asked hopefully. "Of course, baby. Anything you want," Megan said gently kissing Amber on the forehead. "Thanks. I'll get started right away," Amber said happily pulling away from Megan. Amber picked up her briefcase, taking her laptop out, saying, "Dragan, would you mind if I used your study? I should hopefully have her history ready for you by the time we leave. You should know her really well by the time she arrives New Years Eve." "Sure, go ahead. My house is your house, Amber," he said as she left the room. "It is going to be so hard waiting nearly six months for her to arrive." Dragan said as he turned to face Megan. "I know but it will make her arrival all the more special. Just think of how happy you will be when she arrives." "Dragan, I am ready to show you what I have so far," Jacob interrupted. "Great, Jacob! Let's see what you've got. Dazzle me, man," Dragan said with a smile. "Here. Have a look. Let me know if there is anything you want changed or added," he said as he swiveled the monitor toward him. Dragan was silent for a long time. He seemed almost in a trance. He eventually sat down but didn't take his eyes off the screen. A tear slipped down his cheek which he wiped away automatically. "She's perfect! That's exactly how I've always seen her. How tall is she?" "She's 5ft 7in, which should make her about two inches shorter than you from my guesses," Jacob said sizing up Dragan. "That's awesome! She looks amazing!" "Yeah our CG program, Elsa, is really good. Red wrote the coding for her. We're really proud of our girl," he said patting the computer affectionately, "Well, if you're satisfied, then, my work here is done. Do you have someplace I can chill out while you work with Oscar and Red?" "Yeah, of course. Let me call Alistair. He can show you to the entertainment rooms. You can play video games, watch a movie or even bowl." "Bowl? Man, it must be nice living here." "It is but, it can be but very lonely. Let me call Alistair." He turned to what looked like a rock on the wall, depressed it to reveal an intercom. He pushed the button, summoning Alistair. Within moments he appeared in the doorway. "Alistair, could you show Jacob to the entertainment rooms, please." "Of course, sir. Jacob, if you could follow me please." He turned, leaving the room and Jacob followed. "Ok, now. What is next?" he said to no one in particular. "It would be our turn, sir. My name is Oscar and this is Red. We are responsible for programming her likes, dislikes and mannerisms. So, what would you like her to be interested in? Just remember that you can also email anything you think of after we leave any time up until the week before we deliver her to you, so no pressure," he said looking up from his computer. Android of My Dreams "Well, I suppose it is kinda a long list. I think it is important that she has her own likes and dislikes as well as share most if not all of my interests. I would like her to enjoy fantasy and sci-fi books and movies as well as anything vampire or werewolf related. Some of my favorite authors are Robert Asprin, Terry Goodkind, Jim Butcher, Terry Pratchett, Robert Jordan, Anne Rice, Kim Harrison, Jacqueline Carey, Laurell K Hamilton and Mercedes Lackey, to name a few. She should be well read since I read a lot of books. I guess it would be safe to have her know and enjoy reading the top twenty sci-fi/fantasy writers. "Now as for movies, some of my favorites are Serenity, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Knight's Tale, Star Trek, Princess Bride, most of the John Hughes films of the 80's, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility. Hell, I just love movies! She needs to have a love of movies, both Indy and foreign as well as chick flicks and period pieces. I will watch anything especially cartoons. "Also, I am really into anything written by Joss Whedon and most Britcoms. Red Dwarf which is one of the best Britcoms ever made is a must as well as Black Books, Dr. Who, Monty Python, Faulty Towers and Black Adder. "I would like her to have been playing D&D since a young age, and have attended many sci-fi conventions. Before my phobias took control of my life, I loved renaissance faires. I dressed in noble garb and participated in faire. I would like her to have that interest because I will get better and when I do I want her to be a part of my life." "Wow! That is a great start, but what of food, liquor, drugs," Oscar said and then Red added, "and what about her of humor and do you want her to be a geek?" "Oh yeah, definitely a geek but not so much of one that she has no social skills. She should have a great sense of humor, able to understand both sarcasm and intellectual humor. As for food, I love all ethnic food with Indian and French being my favorites. I don't drink much but when I do it's foo-foo. I don't like hard core drugs but have been known to smoke a little weed. I am an atheist and a liberal, so it would be nice if she was at least agnostic. Is it possible for her to be a psychotherapist? Maybe she can help me get over my fears." "Great idea! Definitely. We can make her able to help you. With her help you will be cured before you even meet her." It was unclear to him which of the two made that comment. "Is there anything else we can add to your lists?" "Well just one more thing. I really like porn so she needs to be open minded about sex. I don't want to be able to offend her. Oh and I don't want her to be a 'yes girl' either. She should have her own opinion about things and not just agree with me. I think that's it for now. Oh, will you add more to this after you have analyzed me for the two weeks?" "Without question, sir. We will add things you never knew about yourself and after we have her personality programmed you will be able to call her. It is during this time you will be able to really get to know each other," Red said. "I can talk to her? When?" He was excited about this. "In a month, month and a half at most. What kinds of music do you like, Dragan?" asked Red. "Anything except rap and country. My favorites are 80's hair bands, classic rock and the Seattle sound like Pearl Jam. I also like to listen to Celtic and classical." "Well I think that should do it. We've got a lot to start with. Mori and his video crew should be here on Monday and they will collect a lot of what we need. I guess we'll just pack up now and get out of your hair," Oscar said. *** "Thanks a lot guys. Megan, Amber, it has been a great pleasure," Dragan said gratefully. "It was our pleasure, Dragan. Our crew will be here on Monday morning to set up the surveillance to monitor you night and day for two weeks. At the end they will know you better than you know yourself. You should receive your first call from her in late September and after that you can talk to her anytime you wish. Amber and I will escort her personally to you on New Years Eve. She will be everything you could have hoped for." "Before I forget, Dragan, I wasn't able to finish her history, but I should be finished tonight." "That's no problem Amber. It will give me something to look forward to this week," he said before turning to the men packing up the truck, "Oh and guys, remember that I don't want a submissive little poppet. I want an equal, a partner." "Will do, Chief," Red and Oscar said almost in unison. "Megan, when she is active, I mean physically, I don't want her to want for anything. Whatever she needs or wants, make sure she gets it, and just add it to my bill. In fact, would you mind if I sent my personal shopper to your facility to buy what's needed to set up her bedroom?" "That is very kind of you. I can't tell you how many of our girls are developed and housed as if they were hospitalized. We provide modest living conditions but it is little more than a cot and dressing table. You wouldn't believe how many of our clients request that their companion be delivered naked or in skimpy lingerie. It's so degrading," she said making a disapproving noise. "That's horrible! Well you are dealing with the future Mrs. Petrović, so treat her well, please." "You have no worries, Dragan. We will make sure she has a good time while she is a guest at our facility," she assured him. "Thank you both," he paused, "Have a safe flight and call me if you have any questions about anything. Oh and Amber, when you have her history, email me. The address is on my card." *** "Sir, about your young miss?" Dragan looked up as Alistair broke the silence. It had been a day since Megan and her crew left but it felt like years. He had received Amber's email last night and had been reading over it relentlessly since. "What about her, Alistair?" "Well, sir, it's just that," he paused, "What I mean is." "Spit it out, man. What is it?" Dragan interrupted. "Well sir, will I be the only one who knows who and what she is, besides you, of course? I mean, I'm just thinking of the girl, Dragan. I don't think that anyone else should be told about her," Alistair said concerned. "I totally agree, Alistair. In fact, I was going to mention it to you today. You are the only one I trust with the secret." "Thank you, sir. Do you feel like sharing her history? I have to admit I am really curious about the young lady." "Sure. Of course. After all she will be your family, too. Let's see," he paused flipping through the document he printed, "Her name is Emily Renee Laudin and she is the only daughter of James and Margaret Laudin. She was born and raised in Eugene, Oregon on January 19, 1982 which would make her 23. She took ballet, and learned to play the flute. At the age of 15, she was accepted at Stanford University on a full scholarship, where she graduated top in her class with a degree in psychology. She went on to get her masters and then doctorate in the study of social disabilities from Harvard. The last thing it says here is that her parents died in a tragic car accident 5 years ago," he paused, "I will let you read the rest, Alistair. I think you'll enjoy it." "I don't doubt it sir. By the way, you didn't mention if she was into sci-fi stuff like you are?" "Oh yes, of course. She has been playing D&D since she was old enough to read. Apparently, her parents were avid gamers and her father was an armature game inventor." "Good, good, sir. I think you will get along famously." "I'd have it no other way. I'm really glad that Amber worked my need for therapy into her history. Oh and the fact her parents died as well will give us yet another connection. Although I guess her parents would have had to be dead in order for this to work." "I agree. Now, will she know she is a robot?" "Yes and no. She will know that she is a android but all the memories and her history will be very real to her. It was something that I insisted on. I didn't want her to be like Amber where she has no past and nothing to draw on emotionally. Amber seems to really miss that aspect of her creation. I want Emily to think she is as real as we are right from the start." "You are a good man, Dragan. It will be an honor to have her under my care and as part of my family, as you are, sir." "Thank you, Alistair. You have been like a father to me." "It has been my pleasure," he paused smiling affectionately, "If there is nothing further you need tonight; I am going to retire for the evening." "Please, by all means, go ahead. Oh and take this. You may enjoy reading about her. I know I did. I'll print another copy for myself," Dragan said handing Alistair Emily's history. "Thank you. Good night, master Dragan," Alistair said as he left the study. "Good night, Alistair." *** September 28, 2005 11:13am "Dragan, wake up. You have a phone call, sir," Alistair said lightly shaking Dragan. "Not now, Alistair. I just went to bed," he said rudely, still half asleep. "It's Miss Emily, sir. Wake up." "Emily? She's on the phone." That woke him quickly. His heart was racing and he was having trouble thinking. He felt faint. "Oh god, it's her. What do I say?" "Say hello, sir. Get to know the girl. She is probably more nervous than you are." "Yes, right. Do you have the cordless?" "Here you go, sir. Just relax and be yourself. I will hear all about when you hang up, won't I sir?" "Of course you will," he said smiling nervously. Dragan took the phone from Alistair. His hands were shaking and he was breaking out in a sweat. It barely registered that Alistair had left his room. "Hello, this is Dragan," he said before releasing the hold button. "Shit. Err, I mean Hello, this is Dragan," he said when he realized the call was now live. "Hi, Dragan. This is Emily, Emily Laudin," she said sounding nervous and a bit apprehensive, "Red said it would be ok if I called you. I hope I didn't wake you." Her voice was strong but very feminine and sweet. He loved the sound of it. Just listening to her gave him goose bumps. "No of course not. I'm so glad to finally talk to you. How are you? Are they treating you well?" "Yes, they are all wonderful here. I am still being created, you know. I'm talking to you from the computer. Cool, isn't it? You wouldn't believe the things they are going through to follow your instructions," she sounded so excited. "Very cool. I still can't believe it's all happening," he paused, "What are they doing?" "Well most of the guys here have been attending conventions. In fact, Oscar's planning to go to Gencon in the UK in November. You're geeking him out, Dragan," she said laughing. "Megan and Amber have been really getting into the renaissance faire scene. They dress up and everything. I think you have been a good influence on them." "Sounds like it," he laughed. "So how are you? Getting excited to see me?" She asked him knowingly. "You have no idea, Emily. The waiting has been excruciating. Things are ok here except for that. My friends are coming over for gaming tomorrow night, which will take the edge off a little. How about your gaming? Have you been able to play at all?" "Well, Red, Oscar, this girl Natalie, from marketing, and I have been trying to play about once or twice a week, depending on their schedules. I just made lvl 12 with my druid. I'm so excited. This game is nothing like the one I played in college but it is still a lot of fun. They are trying so hard. It's really sweet. Poor Nat just can't seem to get the concept of THACO down. It's too funny. Do you think I'll be able to join your game when I arrive?" "Absolutely! I guarantee it. Oh before I forget. Could you let Amber and Megan know that I will be throwing a small dinner party for New Years Eve and they are invited? Tell them I will not take no for an answer. They can stay here the night or for as long as they like. Tell them I think they need a mini-vacation," he said laughing. "Will do. So can I stay the night or maybe the weekend?" She said seductively. "You? I don't think so. Just kidding. I have a special place all set up for you. I hope you don't mind sharing a bed?" "With you? Never!" she said mockingly, "You are so wicked! You're making me blush. Hey, can I make a request for that night?" "Anything. You name it and it's yours." "I want a puppy," she paused teasing him, "Just kidding. I mean I would love to have a golden retriever but that is not what I was going to ask. I've always wanted this night to be perfect. I mean I have never lived with anyone and have very little experience with men so I would really like the first night with you to be special." "Of course, love. What did you have in mind?" It surprised him that he already loved her and barely knew her. Could this be? "Well, I always dreamt that this night would be romantic with scented candles, roses oh and satin sheets. Does that sound silly?" "Not at all. How about classical music, strawberries and champagne?" "That would be lovely, Dragan!" "Done, except for the sheets. I insist on silk," he teased. "Why?" "Satin is too slippery and silk is much softer. You'll like them, I promise." "I trust your judgment. My family never had the money for satin let alone silk. I just know I always thought they were the most romantic things." "You will never want for anything here, Emily." "Thank you, Dragan. I am very lucky." "No, I am the lucky one, Emily." "Shit," she sounded distressed. "What is it, sweetie?" "Red says that I have to let you go. He needs to do some testing of some sort. Can I call you later? I really enjoyed talking to you." "I would love to hear from you. Call me as often as you want. I insist. Would you mind transferring me to Red or Oscar before you hang up? "Sure. Red wanted to talk to you anyway. I'll call you later, I promise." "I'll hold you to that. Have a good morning, Emily." "You too, Dragan. Go back to sleep. I'll transfer you to Red." "Hey! How did you know I was sleeping," he said surprised. "I didn't," Red said amused, "So did you enjoy your first call with Emily?" "Oh sorry, I thought she was still on the line. She's really intuitive. I doubt even Alistair would have known I was sleeping. She is amazing! I could have talked to her all day. I can't wait for her to call again." "Good. I knew you'd like her. We're letting her rest while we upload her book and movie library today. We're really enjoying her programming. Your wants have been very interesting. Did she tell you that Oscar has been hitting the conventions? He seems to have uncovered a hidden love," Red said laughing. "I heard Oscar's not the only one enjoying this," he laughed. "I plead the 5th," he said laughing, "Listen man, I have to go. I just wanted to see how you liked her." "Alright, thanks a lot. Treat my girl well. Take care." *** October 31, 2005 12:27 p.m. The phone rang, waking Dragan from a deep sleep. He reached to pick it up without even opening his eyes, missing the first time slapping his hand against the cold glass. He grabbed it on the second try. "Emmy?" "How'd you know it was me, Dragan?" "You're the only one who has this number," he said sleepily. "Oh right," she said pausing, "Are you still sleeping? Of course you are, its only 12:30, but I had to wake you. I have exciting news. Guess what?" "Tell me," he said amused by her tone. "When I woke up this morning, I thought I was dreaming. I was in a warm comfortable bed covered by the thickest comforter I have ever seen. I looked up and all I saw was flowing purple and sage fabrics flowing from the ceiling and down the tall posts of my cherry bed. I love cherry wood, btw. It's gorgeous. And my room is beautiful. It's decorated in plum, lilac and sage and the flowers, so many flowers. They smell so wonderful! You should see it. " she paused a moment, overwhelmed with emotion, "I'm real, Dragan. I'm real! I'm in my body again, err well I guess for the first time. I'm real!" "Oh Em, that's great news! I'm so excited for you," he said emotionally, "You must be so beautiful surrounded by all the flowers and colors. I wish I were there." "Me too, Dragan. I wish you could see this place," she paused, thinking, "Hey, did you do all this for me?" "I did baby. I had my personal shopper, Stevens, down there three weeks ago preparing for the day you would wake up whole again. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted you to wake up surrounded in luxury since I couldn't be there with you. That and I just couldn't bare the thought of you spending your time like you were stuck in a lab. I hope you don't mind." "Mind? Of course I don't mind. It is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I can't thank you enough. You should see all the books he bought for me. I must have a small library here," she laughed. "I'm glad you like it Emmy. Remember, if you need anything call me or just let Megan or Amber know and they will get whatever you need or want, ok?" "Mmmmhmmm." "I am so happy for you, Emmy. You have no idea." He wanted so badly to be there with her when she woke for the first time in her body. He ached to be near her, but they thought it best that she remain isolated until all her bugs were worked out. It wouldn't be pleasant if during conversation, her face contorted unnaturally as she started smoking. He laughed at the time but had to agree. "So what do you have planned for today, love?" "Well, we're all going to a Halloween party tonight. I haven't been to a party in sooo long. I spent too much time studying for my doctorate to party." "That sounds like fun. What will you go as?" "Well I kinda thought I would go as a naughty nurse. You know short skimpy white outfit trimmed in red with a little white hat and fishnet stockings. Do you think 4in pumps would be over doing it?" she asked seductively. "Jeeze Em, you know what that kind of imagery does to me," he asked shifting uncomfortably. The sound of her giggles was a tell tale sign that she did know exactly what it did to him. His cock was hard enough from morning wood as it was and then add to it the thought of her in that outfit, well it was almost unbearable. "You are so cruel, woman." "I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently. "Riiiight," he said with mock sarcasm. "Are you actually going as one of my fantasies?" the lust heavy in his voice. "No. If I ever wear that outfit, it would be for you, privately," she smiled. "I'm actually going as an elven ranger. Red had the outfit made as a sort of a birthday present. He knows how much I love Elves. I haven't tried it on yet but I just love it! He even thought to get a bow and quiver." "Well as much as I will look forward to you wearing that nurse outfit for me, I'm glad to hear no one but me will ever see you wear it," he paused, "You will look fantastic as an elf, Em. Make sure that they take lots of pictures. I really wish I could be there with you tonight." "Me too, but they are still working the bugs out of my programming. Tonight is like a test run. They'll probably be watching me like a hawk." "You'll be fine, Emmy and you'll have a great time, I'm sure of it." "I know, but it's just so weird." "I imagine." "Are you having a party tonight?" "Sort of. A few of the guys are coming over to watch horror films. Mark usually dresses up and answers the door for the trick-or-treaters. He loves scaring them senseless before giving them candy. Last year he was a rotting corpse. It was great!" "Sounds like fun," she said laughing at the image. In the background, Dragan heard someone calling Emily's name. "I'll be right there, Oscar," she replied turning her head away from the phone. Android Oral I watch him undress. Nervous, shaking slightly, his first time no doubt. I sit, quiet, legs crossed over one another, awaiting his instruction, perfectly still. He inserts the key card, processing the information I understand the request of course. A "number four" for our newbie; "A number four, oral pleasure, use of hands permitted. Maximum time allowed 10 minutes." I stand, shocking him slightly; he tries not to jump, to look alarmed at my graceful movement. Stepping towards him, I place my hand on his chest; I run cold, metallic fingers down his body and find his hand. I wrap my digits around his and turn him 180 degrees, slowly backing him up till he is forced to sit in the chair I had occupied moments before. As I kneel in front of him, he watches my every move; I can see fear in his eyes as well as excitement. He does not know what I am going to do next as I place my hands gently on his knees and apply outward pressure to part them. He allows his legs to fall open knowing that there would be nothing he could do to stop me if I 'decided' too force him. My frame is small, petite by human standards, but of course totally inhuman. I do what I am told and nothing else, all the information I need is in the key card they are given when they pay. They select a program from 'One -- Stimulation using the hands only', through too 'Fifteen -- No holes bared, 1 hour of pure pleasure', of course I gain no pleasure. I am now situated on my knees between his ankles, my hands placed on his legs, just above his knees. He is visibly shaking now, unable to get away because of my position. He watches my every move, almost flinching and recoiling as metal touches skin. As a basic model I am shaped like a human woman but made entirely of a shiny, aluminum shell. The only parts of my anatomy that are remotely realistic are my 'entry points'. My mouth in particular I am told is "exquisite...perfect...beautiful," I moisten my lips as I am programmed to do and lower my head. I stroke my hands up his thighs till I reach his penis. It lies limply against his left thigh, and as my hand reaches it I feel its soft warmth. He flinches as I take it in my palm and gently begin to rub its length. He is uncomfortable with this, His body is not relaxed, tense and upright he sits staring down at me with an almost horrified look on his face; but his cock is showing a different range of emotions. It is growing in length and girth as I rub. I lower my head further and feed the flaccid flesh into my orifice. My mouth is hot and inviting, wet and textured just like a real human whore's mouth. I suck him in completely, rolling my tongue around the shaft; slowly I withdraw until only the tip remains. My hand on the ever growing shaft I clamp my lips around him and suck, quick, hard, powerful sucks, I slurp around the head and then begin moving my hand also. Up and down I go until he has grown much larger and I feel his body relax a little. I stop sucking. Keeping his cock in my mouth I begin gently running the tip of my synthetic tongue around the rim of his head, touching every single sensitive spot like they had never been touched before. He gasps and holds the back of my head, I don't want him to cum yet, he still has another 6 minutes of pleasure, so I slow down. I let his now rock hard penis slip from my lips and I rub gently with one hand. He is now so hot and big, I can see the veins throbbing, forcing his desire into every pore of his huge dick. Slowly I place him between my lips and take it in, all the way to the back of my throat, until my nose is buried in his hair. Then back up again, and down. My hands stay on his hips, finger tips gently applying pressure as I speed up my attack on his cock. When I feel him getting too excited I slow down again and press my hand firmly around the base of his dick. I tickle up the shaft and lick the pre-cum from the tip and then down again, I gently lick around his balls, the hair would tickle if I could feel it brushing my face. Then I take him in my mouth again; hand on his balls I gently roll them as my sucking increases. He grips the arms of the chair, his hips now in unison with my sucking, thrusting up to fuck my face with renewed vigour. One hand comes round behind my head as if to hold me there, to stop me withdrawing the pleasure I was giving. He grunts and with one last thrust cums deep into my face. I continue to suck making sure I get every last drop of his hot sticky spunk. He relaxes back into the cushions and lets me lick him clean. As I finish I look up at him and see he is smiling, gently running his finger up and down my arm without seeming to notice, or care that all he is touching is cold metal. I regain my standing position and take a step back from his lap allowing him to move away and dress. Once again I am alone, I sit, legs crossed over one another and watch the door. Watching, waiting.