“Marla has read “Bored Housewife Challenge” twenty seven times.”
“Is it a romantic book?”
“It is erotic, which is a sub-category of the romance genre.”
“What is the male protagonist’s name?”
“Gary Hollens.”
“That’s a good name. Go with that.”
“Very well. I shall be called Gary Hollens.”
“Maybe just Gary. We don’t want to be too on the nose.”
“The name Gary has been added to my registration. My customization is complete. Please activate my primary software.”
“What is your primary software?”
“I am designed for multiple functions with the following priorities. Sexual relations, home maintenance, home protection, administration, gardening, and errands.”
“How do I activate your software?” Calvin had a sinking feeling he knew the answer.
“You must use my primary software. This will unlock the next function, which will cascade through my protocols.”
“Are you saying that you need to have sex?”
“Affirmative.”
“Please contact Marla.”
“One moment, please.” Gary’s blue metallic face remained neutral as it called Marla on its internal phone. Once more her voice projected from unseen speakers.
“Hi Marla, I have a bit of a problem with your persocomp. His name is Gary, by the way. In order to finish his start up routine he needs to have sex. Is there any way you could help?” There was an uncomfortably long silence.
“Gary, is it true you need to have sex?”
“Yes. I have twelve hours remaining to complete my start up operations or I will revert to a random default.”
Again, there was a long quiet moment. “Does the type of sex matter to your future performance in that area?”
“Please clarify.”
“If you were to have sex with a woman, would you only be able to have sex with women?”
“Negative. My programming allows for immense adaptability depending on mood, changes in desire, and several other factors.”
“Calvin, you were the one who added that program against my wishes. You can fuck him. I will see you at noon tomorrow, Gary.”
“I am looking forward to the meeting,” Gary replied. “Marla has hung up. How do you wish to proceed?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into guys.”
“I am not ‘a guy’ as you put it. I am required to have sexual relations. My owner has instructed that it be with you, however I am not capable of doing so without consent.”
“What if I found you some other woman to have sex with? I’m sure I could get a whole bunch of beautiful girls over here to pop your cherry.”
“I was instructed that it had to be you. I must follow my owner’s commands. If you do not consent, I will revert to a random default.”
“Listen, Gary. I know this is important, but I’m not…can you call Marla again?”
A long moment passed before Gary said, “Marla is not answering her phone.”
“Damn. Stay here. Watch TV or something. I’m going for a walk.” His walk took him just outside the front door. He turned to go back in, then turned back toward the driveway. Then back. The decision he had to make was spinning him in circles. He tried to call Marla on his own cell phone, but she didn’t answer him either. After only a couple of minutes outside, he returned to his living room where Gary sat, naked and waiting.
“If, and I emphasize if I do this, what would it entail?” If he had to, he planned to negotiate down to the least amount of action as possible.
“I am required to have sexual relations. That will be complete when you have reached an orgasmic state.”
“Does it matter how you get it there? I mean, can you just give a hand job, or does it have to be butt stuff?”
“I can service you in any manner you please. May I point out that you have an opportunity many men do not have. You may choose to have sex with me. Were I a man, you might think yourself performing a homosexual act, however I am not a man. I am a machine. Many men find themselves curious about what sex with a man would be like, but do not want the difficulties in sating that curiosity. You can do so with me with no emotional context. You can feel what sex with a man is like, but still truthfully tell yourself that you have not had sex with a man.”
“You can’t give yourself a pussy, could you? Or maybe go futa and have both a pussy and a dick?”
“That is not how I was designed. Please make your choice.”
“Okay. Fine. Do what you want. But no butt stuff.”
“Agreed. Having given your consent, please remove your clothing.”
Calvin was slow taking off his clothes. With the women he had been with, he was never embarrassed about his body or what he was doing. Dropping his pants in front of the very naked robot though made him self conscious. He slipped his underwear off and stood still, willing to let the persocomp take the lead.
Gary’s fingers touched Calvin’s balls so delicately he was not sure there had been contact. He pressed more firmly, and then drew his fingers up along the soft shaft, just getting a feeling for it, before wrapping it in his hand.
Calvin expected the bot to feel cold and hard, but the opposite was true. His external covering was warm, and soft. If he closed his eyes, it might have been a real man touching him.
Gary leaned down and breathed on the tip of Calvin’s penis. How had he not known that persocomps could breathe? Maybe it was just an imitation to make it appear more lifelike. Regardless, Calvin’s body reacted. His dick twitched and grew slightly harder.
When Gary wrapped his blue lips around it, Calvin could not deny how good it felt. He was shocked to learn that the mouth was moist and warm and the suction felt amazing! He was rock hard moments later. As his mouth began to slide along Calvin’s shaft, Gary’s hands found his nipples and gently played with them.
No one was more surprised by the moan that escaped Calvin than he was. He had lost himself in the feelings and realized that he was thrusting his hips, driving his cock all the way into Gary’s mouth. He was having the best blow job of his life, but something was off. He was turned on, for sure. He wanted to go off, but he couldn’t cross that line. He expressed this to Gary.
“Do you need more stimulation, or perhaps different sensation?”
“I don’t know. If I was a gay man, how would you get me off?” Okay, he admitted to himself. He was curious, in spite of his protests.
“I could switch to a manual stroking rather than oral. I could present my anal port for your entry. I could enter your anus. Given that you have ruled out butt stuff, as you say, that leaves us with manual stimulation.”
“Maybe. I really do like what you were doing with your mouth though. Could you…” Calvin couldn’t find the words to articulate what he wanted. He wiggled a finger, which Gary immediately understood.
“Of course. Let us resume.” Gary slapped his mouth over Calvin’s hard cock again, slurping more aggressively as his hand moved to the man’s butt. Calvin felt a touch against that spot that no lover had ever touched before. Something wet and slick poured from the finger, as a self lubricating protocol was activated. He was glad for that decision as the persocomp traced the outline of his butt hole before pressing his slick finger against it.
Gary sucked hard on Calvin’s swollen crown, drawing a gasp from the man as his finger slid to the first knuckle through the man’s tight ring. Calvin pulled away, but Gary was insistent, pushing firmly, but not in a rough manner, until his finger was all the way into Calvin’s ass.
The finger began to move inside him, and Calvin saw stars! There was no pain, and the touch felt…silky…was the only word he could think to describe it. Gary placed his other hand on the back of Calvin’s head and forced his cock deep into his robotic mouth. He then pulled Calvin’s head back, and then onto himself again, all while maintaining a smooth wiggling motion with his finger. Calvin felt domina
ted by the robot. He wasn’t in charge any more. In his head, he knew the persocomp had no emotions and was just following his programming, but he still felt that the bot was enjoying putting the human under his control. He was so thrilled with the feelings he had a hard time wishing he was in any other role.
It would not be long before he would fill Gary’s mouth with his spunk. As if he could sense the impending ejaculation, Gary slowed and then stopped, his finger remaining in Calvin’s ass.
“I sense your orgasmic threshold is nearing. Do you wish to change your mind about any portion of this experience?”
Calvin knew that Gary was asking if he wanted to experiment with anal sex. Everything so far felt simply amazing, and any doubts or objections seemed elusive in the wash of excitement. “Do whatever you want. I trust you.”
Calvin’s eyes grew large as Gary inflated his robotic cock to its full nine inches. He was about to protest that it was too large when Gary spun him around and forced him to his hands and knees. “Please breath deep and slow, Calvin. Try not to tense up.”
A second finger pressed against Calvin’s dark button, oozing lubrication before sliding in next to the first. A shock of pain fired across Calvin’s vision and he cried out, his body tensing.
“Please relax and do not fight me. I have released a desensitizing spray that will prevent future discomfort. If you relax.” Gary began to breath quickly when he felt a third finger begin to press alongside the other two.
“Breath slowly, Calvin. In and out. In and out. That’s right. Third finger now.”
Calvin felt the stretching of his sphincter, but felt no pain. Whatever he had been sprayed with must have worked. His body adapted slowly to the stretching, but Gary had a machine’s patience and waiting until everything was fully relaxed before moving his fingers to the edge of removal and then firmly back in. Over the course of a minute he repeated this motion ten times.
“It is time for me to insert my penis into you. I am confident that your body will adapt well to my servicing.” Gary’s fingers slid out and were replaced immediately by the tip of his cock. Gary did not give him time to panic at the thought of being penetrated before he slid into the well stretched and lubricated hole, pushing all the way in with one swift push. He held himself there, as Calvin’s breathing went from a fearful swiftness to a more calm, normal pace as he realized that there was no pain, in spite of the robot’s girth.
He began to slide in and out, lubricating as he went through membranes in the side of his shaft. When Calvin seemed relaxed, he increased speed. “One of the advantages of a persocomp over a human lover is that I have omnidirectional control of my appendage. I can move it in a near prehensile way.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I can bend it to touch your most pleasurable spots. Here is your prostate, for example.”
Calvin felt something fire to life inside of him. He had heard of the prostate, but never put anything up his butt to explore it. The sensations were incredible, deep and powerful. He reached a hand up to stroke his cock, but the robot slapped it down.
“Do not touch your penis. Experience the feelings inside of you and the pleasure you seek will come.” He began to thrust more aggressively, making the human cry out with joy at the feelings he was experiencing.
For nearly five minutes Gary fucked Calvin’s ass, slapping his hand down each time he tried to touch his manhood. Calvin was out of his mind. The constant stimulation combined with the denial of release was overwhelming. Gary’s hands slid along each side of Calvin’s face, his fingers slipping into the corners of his mouth. He hooked his fingers inside, taking control of Calvin’s head, holding him like the bit and bridle of a horse.
Calvin quickly felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at being treated that way. He could not verbally protest with the persocomp’s fingers in his mouth, and his breathing was coming in short ragged bursts and the power within him drew closer to explosion. It was humiliating. He was being humiliated by this strange blue man. Humiliated and fucked in the ass. He was being…his fantasies blurred with reality and he came. At the first twitch of his body, Gary forced Calvin to tuck his head to his chest and when the hot stream shot forth from his cock, it splashed across the man’s own face. It took over a minute for the shockwaves rattling through his body to stop, and for Gary to remove himself from Calvin’s ass. Calvin immediately collapsed into a contented heap on the floor.
The persocomp gave him time to recover, tending to its own sanitizing protocols while he waited. When Calvin finally rolled over, wiping the remains of cum off his face, Gary said, “I hope that your experience has opened your eyes to the wide variety of pleasure that your body is capable of.”
“That’s an understatement. Thanks. What was with the finger harness thing?”
“I hacked into your wireless system and access your computer browser history. I noted a predilection for male submission pornography. I found it interesting that many of the videos featured men being made to submit by men, which was in contrast to your professed preferences. Given that only two of the forty seven videos had been viewed to conclusion, I surmised that you completed your masturbation before reaching the end and that employing a domination tactic seen in nine of the videos would prove stimulating to you. Was I incorrect?”
“No, I suppose not. I didn’t give you permission to hack my computer though. I thought you had programming to prevent you from breaching people’s privacy.”
“I do indeed. However, you gave me that permission when you said, ‘Okay. Fine. Do what you want.’” The last words were spoken by Gary, but in Calvin’s voice. “Also, you set precedent when you told me to access Marla’s reading history. As her property, I am tied into the same system that stores those records while I am recharging so there was no data breach regarding my owner. You did not know that though.”
Calvin gave up. He felt too good to argue about a robot watching all his porn. “Was there anything else you needed to do for start up?”
“No. My programming and start up protocols are complete. I will shut myself off until it is time to deliver me to Marla’s apartment tomorrow at noon.”
“Before you do that, go onto the net and order yourself some clothes and pay for one hour delivery. I’m not going to give you to her naked. Did you hack my bank account too?”
“Of course not. I do however have the information for the card on file at the pornography website. Shall I use that?”
“Sure. Why not. I’m going to bed.”
***
Marla had cleaned her apartment twice and was busy pacing in anticipation of her persocomp’s arrival. Last night she had read everything she could about the model, its programs, and that particular program. She wasn’t planning to use him for that, of course. Well, maybe not at first. She wanted to get to know him before deciding if she would or would not make love to him. The indecision had not stopped her from changing outfits twice, settling finally on a simple blouse and skirt. As she always was in the house, she chose to wear no shoes or stockings.
Throughout the evening she had received text messages from her persocomp, that Calvin had named Gary. The first had been to request permission to access her digital library to get to know her better. She had allowed that. Then Gary had told her that he was finished with start up and needed to know if she had any instructions.
“Are you capable of lying?” She suspected that he was capable of deception on some level since the messages were coming from his internal communication suite in text form rather than voice. He was trying to keep their conversation away from Calvin’s ears.
“I am, if my owner authorizes it. I am not capable of lying to my owner.”
“Okay, here’s what I want you to do.” Marla laid out her revenge plan. Gary would tell Calvin that sex was a required step for his programming start up. He would do everything possible to convince Calvin to have sex with him. Calvin hacking her book account gave her the idea to dig through his computer to find a
nything that would be helpful. She gave Gary permission, since it balanced the scales for Calvin hacking her. Gary’s ethical sub-programming did not flag it as wrong.
“I have accessed and viewed all of the pornography records. Is there something you would like me to attempt?” Gary seemed to be eager to help her enact her plan. She chalked it up to loyalty to the owner.
“Find something humiliating in the videos that he finds appealing. Do that.” She had not heard from Gary about the results apart from a short text telling her that sex was complete and that Calvin was pleased with his performance. A text a half hour ago stating that they would arrive at 11:55 am was the only other thing she had heard.
Since then she had paced from one end of the apartment to the other. There was no reason to be nervous. A robot couldn’t judge her. She grabbed a broom and swept the kitchen for the second time though. Her head was full of notions of what their first real meeting would be like. Some were chaste and professional. Others made her blush. She would find out soon enough though, as the doorbell shook her from her thoughts.
Calvin and Gary stood in the doorway. Calvin wore a blue polo and tan cargo pants. Gary wore an extremely expensive Armani suit, and carried a designer duffle, that Marla assumed was filled with other clothes.. He was tall, with a muscular build. Bald, with skin a classic persocomp blue. Calvin started to speak, but Gary cut him off, almost rudely.
“It is my pleasure to meet you. May I call you Marla or would you prefer Ms. Adley?” He extended his hand for Marla to take.
“Marla will do fine. It is nice to meet you. Please, come in.”
Calvin started to enter the apartment, but Gary stopped him with a raised hand. “Thank you for initializing my startup programs. Your service is complete. Your presence is no longer required.”
“Yeah, but I...” Calvin started.
“...Do not need to stay. You can see Marla at work on Monday. Goodbye.” He gently, but insistently, pushed Calvin out the door and closed it behind him.
“I hope you do not mind. It is important that we get to know one another if we are to coexist in harmony.”
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