by Carla Blake
Louisa was panting. Her hands, having released themselves from holding herself open, gripped the sheets as she thrust her hips towards the ceiling and craned her neck to watch the dildo slide in and out of her body.
“ Touch me.” She begged, feeling the first stirring of orgasm sweep across her groin. “ Please Jill. Touch my clit.”
Jill shook her head. “ Not yet.” She advised. “ Be patient. Wait for it to build. Then you will go off like a…”
She stopped mid sentence. The hand that had been so busy with the dildo suddenly slowing to a halt as a soft whirring sound issued from her chest and her head slumped to her chest.
Louisa, almost on the point of an explosive orgasm swore out loud.
“ For fuck’s sake!” She cried, extracting the dildo from Jill’s motionless hand and dropping it on the bed. “ Not again!” And frustrated, she slumped back against her pillow and with her body still tingling with want, brought herself off.
But it wasn’t the same. It never was.
Why did this keep happening to her? All she wanted was the occasional damn, good fuck, but twice now they’d replaced this particular model and twice the damn thing had broken! It wasn’t anything she was doing wrong, she was sure of it. She wasn’t abusing it, she certainly wasn’t overworking it and she kept it in conditions far outstripping those the manufacture advised, so why did the bloody thing keep conking out on her?
The customer service operator, when she rang, was very apologetic. He was very sorry, he said, but he had no idea why she was having so many problems. The FE2051 was known for its reliability. It was their top selling female pleasure partner. Loads of people had them. Most of them for years and without complaint.
So what was he saying, Louisa wanted to know, that she was at fault?
Good Lord, no! He instantly came back. Nothing of the kind. It was just odd, that’s all.
Right. So what was he going to do about it?
She could hear the relief in the operator’s voice. Replace it, he said without hesitation With this year’s latest, model, the FE2052. It was much improved. Quite brilliant in its concept. In fact he had one and if she wasn’t amazed at the quality of the skin and hair, he’d be stunned. The nails even grew. And they’d improved the mind and memory circuit. Now, if she wanted, it could be programmed to think. Not major stuff of course, they were never going to get another Einstein fitted into the mould, but it could remember other things as well as sexual acts. It could, for instance, learn how she liked her tea or what temperature the house should be kept at. It could be taught how to prepare her favourite meals or her choice of music. It could, he declared somewhat triumphantly, almost be like having another human being share her life.
Could it? Louisa mumbled, unsure whether that was a good thing or not. She’d had experience of sharing her life with another human being and to be honest, it hadn’t been a roaring success.
The operator was undaunted. It was up to her, he said. If she didn’t want to programme the FE2052 to do certain things, she didn’t have to. She could have it purely set up to please her sexually, it was no bother. And if she changed her mind, well, the instruction manual was dead easy. His twelve year old nephew had programmed his and now it did practically everything a wife could.
And the cost, Louisa wanted to know. The FE2051 hadn’t exactly been cheap, so how much was this ‘ new, improved’ model going to cost?
Exactly the same, the operator told her. If she agreed to be a kind of guinea pig.
Louisa’s forehead knotted. There had to be a catch didn’t there, and was it her imagination or did the operator’s voice suddenly sound a little cagey?
It was new, he said in reply to her doubts. The FE2052. Barely out of the processing lab to be perfectly honest, although he hadn’t been lying when he said he had one. He did, and it was stunning, but he had taken it home purely on an experimental basis, although he should stress that, so far, nothing had gone wrong. In fact, it had performed beyond his wildest dreams and he loved it. If Louisa was willing to take that same risk..
Risk?!
Alright.. opportunity, he was one hundred percent certain she would be equally as delighted.
And if she wasn’t?
Then they’d take it right back. No fee, no charge and they’d replace it with the same model she had now. What did she say?
She said yes.
It arrived the next day. The same day Jill was picked up for re-cycling and Louisa was almost sorry to see her go. She had been a good fuck had Jill. Never tired, never bored and always willing to try something different. She’d also had phenomenal tits. It was just a shame she’d had a habit of short-circuiting right at the crucial moment.
Sometimes there was a lot to be said for an old fashioned dildo with batteries.
The FE2052 was delivered in an ultra smart case, a million miles away from the bubble wrap inside a cardboard container Jill had arrived in. This model, though, traveled in style and was transported inside a walnut finished box lined with moulded foam and encased inside a soft blanket Louisa was told she could keep with their compliments.
She opened it feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, and after finding the instruction manual secured to the lid, was utterly relieved to find it was a piece of piss to understand. Not like the very first model she’d had. The manual for that had been several inches thick and it had taken her until page four to work out how to turn the darn thing on. This however, was going to be a cinch and smiling, she picked up the remote control and started to press buttons.
She called her Holly. For no other reason than it had felt like Christmas when she’d arrived. Like Jill, Holly was blonde, blue eyed and totally blessed in the chest department. Her skin though was amazing and Louisa couldn’t help but marvel at the work that had gone into her. She could see pores, for Heaven’s sake, and little, tiny hairs. Her nails really did look like they were capable of growth and the hair between her legs had been trimmed to perfection, just as she’d requested.
The instruction manual urged her to press option 9 on the remote. This, it informed her, was a display piece. When activated the FE2052 would demonstrate to the user a sample of her sexual prowess.
Louisa pressed option 9.
Holly blinked and smiled. She had nice teeth, Louisa noticed, white but not stupidly so and her lips, when she ran a seductive tongue over them, appeared full and soft.
Naked, pleasure models never arrived clothed, Holly then lay on the floor and with knees bent to give Louisa the perfect view, spread her legs before trailing her hands up the sides of her body until she reached her own breasts. Then, with Louisa watching, she began to play with her nipples, groaning and moaning in the most sensual manner until Louisa, her eyes almost bulging out of her head, was sure she could actually see Holly’s pussy lips start to swell and glisten.
It was, Louisa thought, totally unlike anything she had ever seen before. Holly was practically human the way she was juicing up and what was she doing now?!
Holly’s hand was between her legs, rubbing at her clit. The tiny nub beginning to stand to attention as she stroked and rubbed with her index finger and groaned with pleasure. Then, with Louisa’s own breathing starting to sound ragged, Holly’s little finger appeared to grow and thicken until, upon reaching the dimensions of a dildo, she slid it inside her own cunt and fucked herself.
It was the most amazing thing Louisa had ever seen and once she had got over the slightly freaky aspect of watching a finger alter shape, she couldn’t wait to have Holly do that to her.
Holly, on Louisa’s instruction, duly obliged and standing up, she waited patiently for Louisa to take off her clothes before leaning her up against the wall and kissing her.
Then, with Louisa’ head still reeling from the softest, most passionate embrace she had ever experienced, Holly rubbed her nipples against Louisa’s chest before taking Lo
uisa’s nipples into her mouth and practically making Louisa come just by sucking them.
Hardly able to stand up, Louisa held onto the wall whilst Holly, slowly gliding down Louisa’s body, knelt between Louisa’s legs and directed her tongue’s attention towards the soft mound of her pussy. Then she lapped her, spreading her pussy lips and running her tongue along the full length of her slit before delicately probing at the entrance to her vagina until Louisa begged to come.
In response, Holly inserted her finger. Sliding into her cunt. The temperature of it just chilly enough for Louisa to follow its passage as Holly slid it in and then in still further until Louisa was completely and utterly full. Then she fucked her. Slowly and sensually, making each thrust last as long as possible as she cleverly balanced the end of her finger right at the edge of Louisa’s cunt before thrusting upwards again and making Louisa tremble with pleasure.
Her orgasm was tremendous and screaming her pleasure, Louisa felt her whole body go into spasm as Holly expertly rode every, last drop of orgasm out of her and left her gasping and moaning and slumped on the floor in an undignified heap.
But Holly didn’t stop there and as Louisa lay on the carpet, sweating and gasping, Holly straddled her and with her pussy directly over Louisa’s face, allowed her to watch as she fucked herself again until the pussy juices ran down her thigh.
“ You.” Louisa breathed, smiling up at the beautiful creature above her, “ are definitely staying.”
She programmed her to the hilt and everything the instruction manual claimed Holly could do, Louisa set to ‘on’, finding to her delight, a whole page devoted purely to sexual activities, and once those were activated, well there was no stopping her!
In bed, Holly was an absolute phenomenon, as she was in the lounge, the bathroom, a very memorable occasion on the balcony where they fucked in full view of the neighbours, and even in her car, where Holly expertly brought her to orgasm whilst they were waiting for the lights to change.
In fact she was so good, Louisa began to wonder what she had ever seen in Jill.
And it didn’t stop there. Holly, as the customer service operator had explained was indeed revolutionary and new and aside from the ability to pleasure Louisa until her ears rang, was also capable of a whole lot of other things.
She could cook for one thing, and clean and she seemed to know instinctively, although Louisa was savvy enough to know it was just clever compute programming, when she would like a bath. She also cleaned the bathroom afterwards. She could iron too and sew and in the evenings, if Louisa wanted to quietly watch television, Holly would either ‘watch’ with her or open a book and pretend to read. She was, without doubt, the best girlfriend Louisa had ever had and on the odd occasion when she craved some ‘me’ time, Holly was more than happy to climb back into her box, rest her head against the moulded pillow and temporarily switch herself ‘off’.
Then things started to change.
Thursday and Louisa had just got in from work. As usual Holly was in the kitchen preparing dinner with a favourite CD of Louisa’s playing in the background and the house absolutely spotless. She called out as Louisa came through the door, announcing that dinner would be in twenty and that if Louisa would like to take a soothing bath, she’d already prepared one.
Grateful for Holly’s foresight, or careful wiring, Louisa said she would and wandering into the bathroom, found that Holly had completely re-arranged her toiletries. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things and after taking a second look, Louisa was big enough to agree that perhaps things were better arranged the way Holly had done them, but it irked her that a robot, because let’s be honest that’s what she was, had seen fit to move her stuff.
Holly’s response, when Louisa questioned her about it over dinner, had been suitably contrite and apologising for ‘interfering’ she promised to put everything back exactly the way it had been before.
But that was only the start of it.
On Friday Louisa arrived home to find Holly lying in the bedroom, completely naked and clearly still getting over the after effects of a damn good session with her finger/dildo.
Annoyed that a machine should even think about pleasuring itself when she wasn’t there to give permission or even watch, Louisa immediately pulled her up on it, feeling a grim sense of satisfaction when Holly groveled for a while before offering the explanation that the only reason she had done it was because she’d been thinking of Louisa and couldn’t help herself.
Fortunately, this went a long way towards soothing Louisa’s delicate ego and demanding that Holly get off the bed and lick her pussy right now, she waited patiently whilst Holly to undressed her, sat her on the edge of the bed and then lapped at her cunt until Louisa screamed herself to orgasm and to hell with what the neighbours thought.
Then just to drive the point home, Louisa hit her. Not hard and not even with any real desire to punish her further, but just for the sheer thrill of it, and once Holly had bent over the bed and presented her backside to her, Louisa continued to slap her, laughing when Holly softly moaned as though she was really hurting her and getting herself so turned on by the warm heat rising from Holly’s body and the sight of her firm breasts and swollen pussy, that she couldn’t stop herself from driving two fingers into Holly’s tight, little hole and fucking her until her wrist ached.
When she came home on Monday, Holly had re-arranged the kitchen.
Her saucepans now had a new home, the plates another. Her cutlery had miraculously traveled from one side of the kitchen to the other, whilst every tin, packet and carton she possessed was now arranged in alphabetical order. The fridge was sparkling, the oven spotless, even her tea towels, usually kept scrunched up in a drawer, were laundered and ironed.
Stunned, Louisa merely looked around the unfamiliar orchestration that had once been her messy but cosy kitchen and fled to the bedroom, where plonking herself down on the bed, she reached for the phone and began dialing.
The customer service operator sounded suspiciously like the same guy she’d spoken to originally, though he didn’t admit to remembering her.
He listened quietly to her complaint.
The FE2052 was a superior model, he stated, when Louisa had finished voicing her disgruntlement at coming home to find a machine had sorted out her domestic setting.
If she cared to look at page 9 of her manual, she would note that the FE2052 was programmed to learn and assess and when necessary make fine adjustments. Exactly the kind of behaviour that she, a valued customer, was now experiencing. The FE2052 was not trying to interfere or ‘ take over’ her existence, she was merely performing a series of lifestyle enhancements.
Not pacified in the least, Louisa told him where he could put his ‘lifestyle enhancements’, to which the customer service operator replied that if she didn’t care for them, she could disengage the service by pressing 003 on the remote control.
For the next three weeks Holly left her stuff alone.
The sex, however, was still as hot as ever.
There was nothing Holly wasn’t willing to try and after exhausting every possible way of making love in Louisa’s house, they moved outside, screwing on the lawn at midnight and on someone else’s lawn after that.
They also fucked in the woods, naked beneath the stars. Their breath frosting in the air as their clothes came off, and their nipples standing hard to attention, softened again under the warm embrace of a mouth, before hardening again under the urgent caress of lust.
Leaves crunched as they then lay down. A fox screamed in the distance. The trees, grouped close together and just hanging on to summer foliage, loomed over them, their knarled branches and spindly twigs knitted together in a woody interpretation of the embrace beneath.
Where Louisa sighed as Holly, naked and gorgeous in the moonlight, knelt between her spread legs and gently fed a finger into her moist and wanting cunt. And fuck
ed her. Screwing her until Louisa’s juices ran sticky around her finger and her other hand moved to toy with her clit. Circling and rubbing the nub. Waiting for Louisa to start panting and moaning before removing her finger and simply fucking her, in and out, in and out, ramping up the pleasure and building on the lust, keeping track of Louisa’s budding orgasm, before returning to her clit and sending pulses of electric desire coursing through her pussy.
Until Louisa could take it no longer, and with back arched and eyes staring up at a canopy she was barely aware of, she begged Holly to bring her off.
And of course, Holly did exactly as she was told.
Winter came and with it, Christmas. Louisa spent it with her family, whilst Holly, difficult to bring along to a family gathering and even more difficult to explain, stayed in her box. Cushioned. Protected. Asleep.
And dreaming.
January started cold. Louisa, returned from the family home and laden with gifts and chocolates and a face sore from being pecked at by overzealous Aunts, swore she would never do it again. She was also freezing and after dumping everything on the bed, leaping into a hot bath and dressing in jeans and sweater, she went to wake up Holly.
Only to find that Holly was miffed.
Louisa had been gone so long, she sulked. She had missed her. She had missed the sex. She was frustrated. She needed to be satisfied. She wanted Louisa to fuck her.
Louisa, practically going off bang herself after almost two weeks away, was only too happy to go along with anything Holly wanted, and whilst she lapped at Holly’s pussy and fingered her clit and sucked her tits and shoved dildos inside her pulsing hole until she’d screwed Holly to orgasm, she didn’t once pause to consider how Holly, a synthetic pleasure model made of man made skin and computer chips could possibly lie inside a box and miss her.
Holly, though, had been doing an awful lot more than just missing her.
She’d been re assessing the situation and she had found Louisa wanting.
Louisa’s choice of music for example. Holly found it dull and uninspiring and tired of listening to strings and plaintive melodies, she swapped it for rock music loud enough to distort the speakers. Of course when Louisa came home and heard what was going on, she went ballistic and after spending half an hour placating the neighbours who were standing outside her front door complaining about the ‘ awful din’, she immediately closed Holly down and shut her in her box for three nights.