by Elin Peer
“More?”
“A companion.”
“Huh! How much higher a price are we talking about?” I asked.
“The price hasn’t been determined yet.”
“Huh!” I removed her panties, spread her legs, and touched the triangle of dark hair on her pussy. “Nice.”
“You like it?” she asked with that adorable shyness.
“Uh-huh,” I said distractedly because I was busy spreading her folds and checking the details. It confused me that I didn’t see any of the normal signs of fabrication. There wasn’t a line along the inner thighs and I wondered how they would take out the lower area for cleaning. “How does your hygiene program work?”
“I shower, like real women.”
“No way!” I exclaimed. “You’re serious?”
“Yes. I shower just like you do.”
“No.” I took a minute to look at her lying on the bed, ready for me with her legs spread and her eyes full of… what? I pulled back when I noticed her chest rising and sinking rapidly, her eyes fixed on me, and her pupils dilated. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m just nervous. It’s part of the virgin program.”
“Then let’s get that virginity taken care of so you can enjoy it.” It sounded lame even to me. The thought that a sex-bot could enjoy sex was wishful thinking, of course, but Natura was so realistic that I indulged in the fantasy that she was real. “Do you have a lubrication function?”
“Yes, but it’s activated by foreplay.”
“Interesting.” I lowered my head and let my tongue touch her soft folds, expecting a chemical taste. My eyes widened as it was anything but. “You taste different.”
“Bad?”
“No, just different. I can’t compare it to real women, but I like it.”
Natura relaxed a bit as I kept licking her and massaging her with my fingers.
“Note to designer, the small moans are arousing and sounds very realistic, at least compared to the old porn I’ve seen from the past,” I commented. “The temperature and softness of her insides are well done too, but she feels small.”
Natura followed my movements with her eyes. She looked so pretty and innocent.
“Does your virgin program reset for every client or will you eventually become an experienced lover?”
“That part hasn’t been decided yet. Management is still figuring out what functions to program me with.”
“You’re wet enough,” I concluded out loud and spread her legs while lowering myself on top of her.
The sex-bot tensed up when I pressed the tip of my cock inside her. I creased my brows when I didn’t just slide right in. “I think they made you too narrow,” I said and pressed a little harder.
A sound of pain escaped Natura and it made me stop. Sure, I knew there were programs for men who enjoyed abusing sex-bots and the bots would pretend to be hurting, but we weren’t playing that sort of game. Why was she closing her eyes and tensing up like that? I pressed even harder but it was like there was a wall of resistance.
“Fuck!” I breathed and let my head fall. “Note to designer, prototype has major flaw. Pussy too small for intercourse.”
“It’s because I’m a virgin,” Natura said, her eyes almost teary. “And you’re very large.”
“Excuse me?” I stared at her, wondering why she was pretending to be so emotional. Why would anyone think that would be a turn-on for men?
“Females have a hymen that traditionally proved to the man that he was the first to be with her. This was important in the past because a man needed to be sure that he wasn’t marrying an already pregnant woman and supporting another man’s offspring.”
“Say what?” I scrunched up my face.
“Since my model is designed to be sold to private consumers, the idea is to guarantee the buyer that he’s the first to use the robot.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
“You’ll have to push through that wrapping,” she instructed.
“Okay, but if you’re wrong it’s going to be painful for me too. I don’t feel like banging my dick against a wall much.”
“The hymen will break if you push through it,” Natura insisted.
“Are you sure it’s not a design flaw and you’re just covering it up with a story?” I rocked back and forth slowly, enjoying the feel of the tip of my cock inside her. I had never heard of such a thing.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“But won’t I break you if I push through?”
“No.”
“Will it be restored for the next test person?”
“No, it doesn’t work like that.”
“Note to designer, sex-bot sounds a bit flat in her tone of voice some times. Try giving her a more amorous or flirtatious tone.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she bit down on her lower lip with a determined expression on her pretty face.
On impulse, I kissed her and just kept rocking in and out with only the tip of my cock. She was a bit clumsy in her kissing, eager and inexperienced at the same time.
“Don’t push your tongue down my throat. Do like this,” I instructed and taught her how I liked to kiss. She was a quick study and imitated the way I nibbled on her lips and played with her tongue.
With my focus on our kissing, my cock grew impatient and my hip movements became harder and deeper. Natura arched and made sounds of discomfort, but I figured it was all part of the program and designed for men who were turned on by that sort of thing.
I pushed in and out with greater force now and our breathing grew heavier. She still felt incredibly tight, but I could feel her insides adjusting to my size.
“It feels good now, and I like the feature with her breathing matching mine.”
Natura leaned her head back and lifted her arms, her mouth open and her eyes closed.
“She looks like she enjoys it.” I noted to the designers, “That’s good.”
“I do enjoy it,” Natura breathed and met my thrusts with a rocking movement of her pelvis.
“Can you do any dirty talking?” I asked before I suckled on her nipple.
“Dirty talk?”
“Just whisper something arousing in my ear.”
“Right.” She looked uncertain.
“Don’t tell me I have to teach you that too.”
“No…” She licked her lips and slid her hands into my hair. “You feel so big inside of me.”
“That’s right. Go on.” It was my turn to close my eyes and pretend that Natura was a real woman who wanted me.
“I love your strong body and the way you fill me.”
“With what, babe? Say the word.”
“With your…” She trailed off.
“I fill you with my large what?” I pushed in deep and watched her eyebrows draw together.
“With your erection.”
“Cock, babe, I want you to say cock.”
“Okay…” She stopped talking when I picked up the pace and her moans grew deeper, her hands on my shoulders gripping firmer.
“Yes, yes,” she breathed into my ear and this time her tone was anything but flat.
My balls tightened and I had to pull out to prevent myself from coming. Supporting my weight on my forearms, I kept close to her and whispered into her ears. “I wish this was real.”
Her nails bore into my shoulders.
“I really wish that you were mine and that I’d won you in a tournament.”
She didn’t answer me, but then, how could she? Natura was a robot designed to satisfy men’s sexual fantasies of a woman. She had no clue about the outside world and was only an imitation of my deepest desire.
I’d never taken a sex-bot missionary style, and I thought about turning her around and trying other positions. Yet, something kept me between her legs, face to face with her. Sex with Natura was somehow different and more intimate than with any of the other robots I’d been with. She felt so incredibly realistic to me.
“Don’t stop,”
she whispered, and caressed my face.
I leaned in and kissed her deep, pouring all the longing for closeness and love that I felt in my heart into that kiss. Someday, I hoped to find the real thing and experience making love to my wife like this.
Natura responded with the same burning passion, and I had to catch my breath after our kiss.
“You’re learning fast,” I noted and smiled at her.
“Thank you.”
“You sure you don’t know how much pricier you’d be than the other models? I sure hope I can afford it.”
Natura smiled back at me. “Management will be pleased to hear that you’re satisfied.”
“Not quite yet.” I began moving again. Sliding in and out of her without a problem now. “First I’ll come inside you.”
Her eyes widened. “How about you come on my belly instead?”
“No, I want to come inside you.”
“It’s better if you come on my belly or breasts.”
I kept rotating my hips, and pressed deeper, my right elbow supporting my weight while my left hand played with her tits. “How cute that you argue with me. What a clever way of making it seem authentic.”
“I’m not trying to argue with you.” Her low moans grew in volume. “I just really want to… ehm… see what it looks like when you come.”
“Too bad, sweetie. This is my fantasy and I’m filling you up with my babies.”
“I’m a sex-bot, you can’t impregnate me, so why not come on…”
“Shhh…”
She didn’t protest when I fucked her harder.
“Wrap your legs around my hips as if you want to hold on to me.”
Natura complied and I imagined this was my wedding night and my wife was giving herself to me.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yeeees.”
Her body arched against me, her heels digging into my butt and her hands grabbing my shoulders like she was holding on for dear life. “Yeees.”
The moment her inner pump started milking my cock and she exploded in a simulated orgasm was timed to perfection. I closed my eyes and let go of my own euphoria, focusing on my sexual fantasy of impregnating my future wife.
I was squeezing her with my large body and usually it didn’t matter since the sex-bots were designed to withstand it, but Natura pushed at me complaining that she couldn’t breathe.
I rolled to her side, catching my breath and looking her over. “Note to designer, the breathing function is annoying and limits how long the user can lie on top of her after sex. On a positive note, model looks gorgeous with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.”
Natura turned her face and in a soft voice she asked, “You think I look gorgeous?”
“Uh-huh. Oh, and note to designer, the part about her inner pump only activating when simulating an orgasm is new. All other models I’ve tried have been able to turn the function on and off depending on preference.”
Natura looked at me. “Anything else you’d like to add?”
“Yes, I’m impressed with how authentic you look. Especially your eyes. I’ve seen lifelike eyes on robots before, but it’s almost as if yours shine with intelligence and...”
“And what?”
I chuckled. “I was going to say emotions, but that just sounds stupid.”
“New technology.”
“Yeah, but it’s like you have actual feelings.”
“I’ve been programmed to read body language and tone of voice, and to decipher humor. If you feel I’m providing a natural response to your behavior, that’s a sign that the design team behind my model have succeeded.”
“How come you can talk about things like this?”
Natura looked up at the ceiling. “While my sexual program is limited to begin with, I’m equipped with programs for casual and stimulating conversation. I’m meant to be a companion, not just a sex-bot.”
“No way!” I rubbed my nose and smiled.
“I can also do a bit of humor.”
“With a robot like you, there’s no need to marry a real woman,” I joked. “Can I teach you to cook too?”
Natura looked away. “So far cooking isn’t included in the prototype of my model.”
Just when she said it her stomach growled.
“What was that?” I asked.
She looked flustered. “Just another authenticity feature imitating hunger to make me seem more human.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Look, I get that somewhere in the Motherlands an engineer had a field day creating the closest thing to a real woman, but if you tell me that you fart and burp too, I have to draw the line. That’s just not charming or attractive in a woman.”
Natura gave me a small smile. “Some might disagree. There are people who get aroused by that sort of thing.”
“Not me. Note to designer, I truly like this model, but maybe find a balance between real and practical.” I turned her face from side to side, studying it. “And maybe make her a bit less polished. It’s only real up-close that I can see her imperfections.” I licked her skin. “You taste salty, like real sweat. That’s a genius detail.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Do you know if they’ll make your model in different variations?”
“You mean a model with bigger breasts?” she asked in the dry tone she had used before.
“I’m just curious if there’s going to be different skin tones, hair colors, height, and all that.”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you modeled after a real woman?”
“Yes.”
“Not a living one, I hope?”
“Why?”
I thought it was self-explanatory, but still answered. “Because who would want to have a sex-bot made in your image? In case the poor woman ever came to the Northlands, every man here would associate her with a whore.”
Her large brown eyes blinked before she got out of the bed. “On behalf of management, I thank you for taking the time to test me. Your input is valued.”
“Hey, wait a minute. You said you didn’t have any testers after me, so why can’t I spend more time with you? I would love to go a few more rounds. Maybe you could pretend to be my wife or something. I would like that.”
“I’m afraid your request to spend the night with me has been declined.” Natura kept dressing herself, with her back to me.
“Note to designer. You’ve got to work on the post-sex behavior of the model. Her voice has gone back to flat and she seems dismissive, like she wants me gone. That’s not going to entice clients at whorehouses to wanna come back.”
Natura put on her clothes and sandals and walked to the door. Her long shiny brown hair flicked back when she gave me a last look over her shoulder and exited the door.
Why the hell did I feel like I’d hurt a dead thing? That shouldn’t be possible. Sex-bots were flirtatious and fun. None of them expressed emotions except lust and joy.
Whatever the engineers had cooked up in their laboratory this time, it came with a scary side effect. That Natura machine was real enough to make you feel things, and it confused the hell out of me.
CHAPTER 5
Dumb Genius
Shelly
For someone with a sky-high IQ I was unbelievably stupid. For eight days now, I’d been trying to make sense of my crazy behavior.
I slept with Marco.
I actually slept with Marco.
Hundreds of times, I’d repeated the words in my head, but they still felt unreal to me.
I’d seen enough Nmen having sex to know that it reduced otherwise sensible people to nature-driven horny primates.
But the sounds I had made when I was with him. The way I had moaned and arched my body. I closed my eyes.
It was the most embarrassing thirty minutes of my life.
It was the most amazing thirty minutes of my life.
I was unable to connect the person I’d become in that room with Marco to how I saw myself.
Shameful over m
y behavior, and shocked that I’d allowed him to come inside me, I blamed myself again and again.
Regretting it.
Not regretting it.
Regretting it again.
Getting pregnant from one time of having sex was unlikely. But I wasn’t a risk taker by nature, so why hadn’t I stopped him?
Because a sex-bot didn’t say no. It would have blown my cover, and I wouldn’t have known how to handle that humiliation.
I ignored the little voice saying that I had found his words of shooting his babies inside of me arousing. I wasn’t the kind of woman to dream about husband and kids, so why had it turned me on? Just thinking about it made me cringe, and the only explanation I could find was that the need to procreate was a predisposition from ancient times that had served to secure the survival of the human race.
Now that my hormone levels had returned to normal, I was determined to take what had happened in that room with me to my grave. No one could know about what I’d done. Especially not Marco.
It was close to six p.m. when the hostess-bot alerted me that someone was asking for entry to our office building.
We didn’t have any test sessions planned for today, and my heart began thumping fast in my chest as I thought that maybe Marco had returned.
A look at the outside camera revealed that it wasn’t Marco but my friend Tristan who wanted in.
I had the service-bot unlock the front door and let him in before I walked out in the hallway to greet him.
“Hi there, I’m looking for Shelly Summers,” Tristan said and waved at me.
“Very funny.” I grinned and opened my arms.
Tristan almost picked me up when he squeezed me in a tight hug. “I just haven’t gotten used to seeing you so pretty, yet.”
“Are you saying I wasn’t pretty before?”
He laughed. “Your beauty has always shone from the inside.”
“Aww, thank you.” I tilted my head.
“It was just hard to see because of the imitation of a troll you had going on.” Tristan winked at me and hurried to say, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. As long as I don’t have to do any actual work for it, I’m keeping this look.” I led him into my office, which was full of robot parts, boards with drawings and calculations, and Mindy, who stood in the corner looking like a sleeping beauty. “It would be different if I didn’t have the CBC. Beauty is superficial and nice to have but not a top priority for me.”