"Big Dick": An Android Lust Affair

[JustABadBoy]

The woman writhed below Dick's body, her deep moans becoming gasps becoming cries, until finally she erupted in orgasm and screamed in ecstasy. Her nails set in her lover's back like a cat sharpening its claws on the sofa's arm rest. Her body began quivering as the pleasure overwhelmed her physical control; she leaked profusely all about his erection, wetting the bedding and mattress to the point of discard and replacement.

He knew what to do to extend her orgasm, and even after the initial cry signaled her climax, her body continued to tremble as the orgasm persisted...

Twelve minutes later, when he computed that she'd gotten what she paid for, he allowed his penis to begin a slow deflation and pulled back the pressure and gentle massage he'd continued on her clit during the extended orgasm. She came down from her plateau ... and after a moment of jubilant laughter, began sobbing, her arms grasping at him, holding her to him, whimpering, "My god ... god all fucking mighty..."

Dick waited a long moment, kissing and caressing her face and neck, then slowly pulled out of her and slid off her to lay at her side; he held her tightly to him, their legs still intertwined, her face pressed into the warmth of between his chin and chest.

After a few minutes, as her breathing returned to her and her heart beat was close to normal, she asked with a sad tone, "I'll never do that again ... will I?"

"I am sure that you will, Laura," he assured her, kissing and caressing her as he slowly pulled away to sit up on the bed. "Once you have achieved this level of sexual ecstasy with one person, the odds are that you will again achieve them with--"

"But not with you," she cut in, a matter of fact tone in her voice. "I won't have that with you, Dick ... will I?"

"We can schedule another evening together, Laura" he informed her with a smile. "Or if you prefer an afternoon appointment--"

"I can't afford to do this again, Dick," she cut in, her tone somber. She laid back on the bed, pulling the sheets over her mid section. "I used most of my vacation fund for this."

"I hope you find the experience was worth the cost, Laura."

She immediately laughed, rolling away from him and curling up into almost a fetal position. "Oh, god, Dick ... it was more than worth it. And ... you don't have to use my name every time you speak to me."

"Yes--" He hesitated, holding back on his need to further maintain the personal connection he strove to create via the use of his clients' given names. "No, rather, I do not have to use your name every time I speak to you--" And with obvious humor in his voice, he added, "--Laura."

She laughed again, peaking over her bare shoulder at him. She donned an animated expression, saying, "Dick!

He laughed with her, then quickly stood and headed for the bathroom, saying, "I am sorry, but I need to clean up and excuse myself, La-- please."

He entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Pulling the knob, he didn't even flinch as the cold water struck his body. He gathered soap, wash rag, and handled brush and set about cleaning his entire surface, starting from the top and moving downward. When he came to his well-used penis, a subconscious thought caused it to quickly swell to full erection for easier, more thorough cleaning. Once finished with it, a second subconscious thought allow it to begin going limp, and he finished with his legs, feet, and toes, and exited the shower to dry off.

Redressed, he returned to the bedroom to find her sitting on her haunches, her knees drawn up to her chest, the sheet thrown over her front.

"I must go now, Laura," he said with a smile. "My Manager will be doing a follow up to ensure that the--"

"The experience was worth the cost," she finished for him, her tone not nearly as friendly. She studied him as he gathered his jacket and slipped into his shoes. "Do you feel anything ... Dick?"

"I am afraid I do not understand the meaning of--"

"Do you feel anything about the women you fuck?"

He smiled politely. "Of course, I do, Laura. I feel very much for my clients. It is part of what makes me--"

"A great fuck, yeah, I know." She looked away, taking a deep breath, before looking back and asking pointedly, "Do you have any personal feelings for me? Or ... am I just a money order."

"To be precise, you paid with a cashier's check, Laura," he said, reaching for the door handle. "In this state, for money transfers of $3000 or more--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She was getting more testy with every passing second. "I'm the one who bought it, remember. That's not the point."

"The point is--" Dick began, being very familiar with this line of questioning. He had serviced 2,127 different women -- with his regular and repeat customers, that was 7,433 appointments -- in the nearly seven years since he'd moved out of Beta testing. This wasn't the first time a woman had asked him about his feelings, or lack there of. "--you wish to know whether I have the same personal feelings for you that you are currently feeling for me. Laura, sex between a man and a woman, or even a man and a man, or a woman and a woman, or a man and two--"

She cut in with an annoyed tone, "Your point...?"

"Sex is an emotional experience," he continued, unfazed. "It leads to a wide variety of feelings, sometimes shared, sometimes not, between the involved parties."

When he went silent, she gave him an expectant gesture and asked, "And..."

"I am often asked if I have these feelings," he said, making his point, "but I have never been asked to have these feelings."

She looked bewildered. "So ... you're saying ... if I asked you to have feeling for me ... you would?"

"I could," he corrected. "I am capable of learning to have feeling for my clients if they wish me to do so. But, with the exception of the first few minutes after we have had sex--"

She glanced away, knowing that whether or not he was specifically talking about her, she did fit this example he was giving.

"--none of my clients has ever asked me to retain deep, emotional feelings for them."

During their conversation, his hand had never left the door knob. Now he turned it and opened the door to leave.

"Why not?" she asked quickly.

"Excuse me, Laura?" he responded, stepping into the door way and looking back to her.

She hesitated asking what she wanted to ask, knowing what the answer was going to be. "Why ... has no one every asked you to ... how did you put it...? Retain deep, emotional feelings for them...?"

He smiled, a broad friendly smile as if between two friends sharing a secret. "Because, Laura. As you said ... I am a great fuck ... a big dick it has been said in both jest and total seriousness. And that is all my clients want of me."

He gave her a polite wave, and closed the door, heading off down the walk and the street, to the awaiting car and a return to his charging closet in a basement across town.

 

[Tallia82]

On another day, in another part of the city, two women lazed next to a swimming pool. They were the same age but couldn't have been much more different in appearance; one of them a sharp-featured brunette and the other a pretty redhead.

“Sonia, sweetheart,” began Kathleen, the brunette, not moving from her relaxed position on top of her beach towel. “You know you are my favorite sister-in-law...”

“Kathleen, darling,” interrupted Sonia, the endearment heavily tinged with sarcasm. “I was your only sister-in-law.”

“Whatever,” Kathleen waved away the correction. “My point is that not only were you married to my brother I have known you since we were both in school and, honey, I'm telling you as a friend – you need a man.”

“Kathleen Kingsley!”

“Look at you blushing like a virgin bride, which I know you weren't – you used to tell me all the juicy details, remember?”

“When we were fifteen!” protested Sonia. “And the last thing I need in my life right now is another relationship.”

“Whoa, who said anything about relationships? I'm talking about sex!”

“Must you? It's really not your business.”

“Fine,” said Kathleen, only appearing to capitulate. “You convince me that you don't miss it and I'll stop talking about it.”

“I don't want to talk about it at all.”

“Honestly, how did you get to be such a prude? I sometimes think you should have been born in the 1950s!”

They were both sitting up by now, Sonia crossed her arms and glared at her friend.

“There's no need to be so insulting about it.”

“Hey now, I wasn't trying to insult you – but you are really uptight about sex, you need to relax, forget whatever bullshit my brother put in your head, and enjoy yourself.”

“Look,” replied Sonia, giving in as Kathleen – an expert manipulator – knew she would. “Even if you were right, I couldn't just go out and...I wouldn't even know where to start. Where do you go to meet a man just for...a night, and how do you find someone who doesn't know who we – or at least our fathers – are?”

Having accomplished the goal, and the illicit thrill, of getting Sonia to admit she missed having a man in her life Kathleen knew better than to push her luck. She adopted a matter of fact tone and explained:

“I'm sure you know that people in our circle find out eventually, I just never cared.”

“Yes, I heard all of the rumors,” agreed Sonia, not seeing any point in telling Kathleen how much pleasure her brother – Sonia's ex-husband – had taken in talking about his sister's exploits to make her wife uncomfortable. Better to let her friend assume that she'd heard the gossip from the other women in their social group.

“None recently though right?”

“I haven't been out much lately,” an oblique reference to her recent divorce. “I just assumed I hadn't heard since I don't see you taking up celibacy as a hobby.”

“Ha, not likely! No, I’ve discovered something much better than all of that – android escorts.”

“You mean robots?” exclaimed Sonia in a shocked (but also curious) tone.

“Don't say it like that, they look human enough to pass for it. Their managers assure complete discretion so no one would ever know, unless you told them like I am right now. Not to mention the other advantages...just think about it, all you have to do is tell him what you want and he'll do it because he's programmed to do whatever pleases you.”

At first Sonia rejected the idea out of hand, refusing to even discuss it, but gradually Kathleen (who did think it was exactly what her friend needed to help her get over the failure of her marriage) was able to convince her to try it. Kathleen made the arrangements for Sonia to meet her escort at a party, the kind of environment the android would be programmed to blend in to, under the pretense of a blind date.

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“I don't think I can do this,” said Sonia, staring disconsolately into her bathroom mirror as she spoke to Kathleen.

“The date, the dress I picked for you, or the party?”

“The party mostly, the other things a bit too, all of those people I used to see when Dave and I were married and all of them knowing why he left me...”

“You'll be fine,” insisted Kathleen. “Remember, they all want me to approve of them, they won't dare say anything to your face. And you know nothing will stop them from gossiping behind your back about something so it might as well be the fact you came to the party, looking like an absolutely gorgeous woman who could not care less about being divorced. Speaking of you looking gorgeous, let me take a photo to send to your date so he knows who to look for. Stand up against the wall there and do try not to look so much like you've been sentenced to some kind of torture.”

It took several tries before Kathleen managed to get a couple of decent photographs, which she sent from her phone to Dick's Manager before Sonia had a chance to change her mind about the whole idea.

The first picture was a closeup of Sonia's head and shoulders; a woman in her mid-twenties with wide green eyes, pale skin, emerald earrings and a matching necklace (a family heirloom) that was at least as expensive as it looked, and dark red hair pinned up high with a few stray tendrils falling over one bare shoulder. She wore the minimal amount of makeup: clear lipgloss, black mascara, and a subtle touch of green eyeshadow.

The second, full-length, picture revealed that Sonia was wearing a strapless black dress that hugged her generous curves to her waist before flaring out over her hips. The skirt reached the floor, Sonia clearly hadn't put on her heels yet – she stood with one stocking-clad leg stretched out a little to the side, so it was obvious the skirt was split on one side to just above her knee.

With the ordeal of photographs over Sonia put on a pair of low heeled black shoes, at five feet and six inches tall in her bare feet she felt this added enough height for a semi-formal event, and met Kathleen in the living room.

Kathleen reassured her one more time that the escort would introduce himself at the party and, should anyone be curious enough to ask them directly, would confirm that they were on a blind date that she, Kathleen, had organized. They left in the same car and entered the party together. Once they were inside Kathleen went to mingle, leaving Sonia sitting at a small table to one side of the room and watching the guests – most of whom she was acquainted with though none of them were what she would call a friend.