Message-ID: <40412asstr$1042377005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Leowulf X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 05:58:48 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} {ASFR}Faithful Companion (M/Fembot, oral, rom) Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 08:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates {ASFR}{ASSM}Faithful Companion (M/Fembot, oral, rom) by Leowulf This is a story about a man who fucks a robot. If you want a disclaimer, please make one up at this time. DON'T repost this story without my permission, except on usenet for free. Please send feedback, let me know how you like my story: leowulf "at" softhome "dot" net. :) *** Faithful Companion Tennar 12 returned to his house, tired and discouraged. He knew that he had no reason to be down. He lived in a house - a real house that he lived in alone - and had plenty to eat. He was respected in his field - commodities broker - and had plenty of credits. "So why do I feel so lousy?" He groused, palming the door. "Lights!" he called, and the main room lit up. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, irritated. "Dim to 3/4. Set as default." Tennar's eyes were becoming more light sensitive every year. He'd have to get new ones soon. The thought of that he didn't like any more than a trip to the dentist. But you have to do what you have to do. And now he had to eat. "Activate Jenny," he said wearily. Jenny was his PB. With one of the latest AI matrixes, she able to make decisions when he was drunk or, like tonight, just didn't want to. He smiled at her as she emerged from her alcove. She was, of course, obsolete almost out of the store, but still he liked the model, with her wide hips and red-gold hair. Most PBs had, of course, the same glossy black or platinum blonde hair, literal trademarks of IBS and PleasureBot respectively. The only people with bots that had non-standard hair color nongeeks like himself who were content with Pears like Jenny. She knelt before him and smiled up at him. He loved her winning smile, like sunshine on a rainy day. "What is your bidding, master?" she asked, as she removed his too-tight boots and massaged his feet. "I'm hungry, bitch," he said. "Get me some food!" "Oooh," Jenny replied, her smile becoming more wry. "Master's had a rough day." As she stood and went into the kitchen, Tennar admired the PB's shapely buttocks and hips. Unlike most people, he preferred to leave her naked. Looking at the swell of her breasts, the dark red hair around her sex, even the dimples on her elbows and knees, his loins warmed. She was almost as good as the real thing. "Music!" Tennar ordered. "Heavy Metal mix two." "Belay that," Jenny countermanded. "Activate Light Mix Alpha-One, start at track 2." "Hey!" Tennar complained. "I'm not in the mood for that sissy stuff!" He stood, as if standing would make the house any more obedient than his glass-brained PB. But before he could voice his override, Jenny came quickly back into the main room. As the house filled with Aria's latest synthsounds, she again knelt before the master of the house. Tennar looked down into her pearly-grey eyes, feeling powerful and sexy somehow. "Please, master," she said softly. "You gave me music authority for a reason. Let's just enjoy what I've put together." "Ok," he stroked her fine hair. "But get me some chow before I faint!" "I hear and obey," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her sweet, almost musical voice. Before standing, she grasped his hips firmly and kissed his penis through his coverall. Tennar followed the bot into the kitchen with his eyes, his prick hardening. Then he sat back down. The music was making him feel tired. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Wake up, master!" Jenny was kneeling beside his chair, Her long hair caught the light, framed her from face to breasts in such a soft, lovely manner. "Supper's ready." "Finally!" Tennar stood and stretched. He felt refreshed after the nap. Following the bot into his kitchen, he was reminded just how hungry he was. Jenny had really done well for him. There was a salad, with real veggies, and the stew was flavored and spiced so well it made his mouth water just to smell it. There were rolls of bread and, of course, his bottle of cinnamon brandywine. Tennar allowed himself only a few vices, the expensive drink was one of them. Jenny sat at the table with him, drinking her tea as usual. As he ate, they talked together. Conversing with her was kind of like talking to an encyclopedia - contrary to conventional thought, Tennar knew that Pears were at least as intelligent as IBS bots - and he had learned quickly that there was nothing that he could teach her, except commodities, and she was uninterested in that. As they talked, Jenny kept steering the conversation back to Tennar; his day, his frustrations, his fears. She acted like she was really interested in him. "No master," she corrected him over her third cup of tea. "I'm not 'acting.' I really am interested in you." Tennar shrugged. Of course his PB was interested in him, she was programmed that way. He downed his glass of brandywine, wishing she were real. 'I would give anything for someone to really love me,' he thought. "In fact," Jenny said with a grin. "I think I'll show you just how interested I am in you." She stood and pulled Tennar to his feet. The man was surprised for a moment at her strength. He held her close, feeling the warmth of her body through his coverall. Their lips met, and his penis reawakened at her touch. Tennar was surprised, and a little worried, when she pushed him away. But he saw the mischievous look in her eye. "Race you to the bed!" she smiled. Tennar ran after her, pleased that she allowed him to win. Then even more pleased when she pulled him up off the bed and got on her knees in front of him. Tennar smiled as the bot reached up and unzipped his coverall. He stood there with it pooled at his feet as she took his penis in her gentle hands and kissed it, from base to tip. He trembled in pleasure as Jenny took his penis into her mouth, a little at a time. The wet tugging, sucking sensation was wonderful, and The man gasped. Tennar felt pinned, unable to move as Jenny looked up into his eyes and sucked his cock. He was going to come, felt grateful to her for the intense pleasure she was giving as he built toward orgasm. But then she suddenly stopped and stood in front of him. "Master," she said, her eyes smouldering. "I want to fuck you now. Do you want your Jenny to fuck you?" Tennar nodded, voiceless. "Lay down," she told him. Tennar lay back on the bed, his heart pounding. Jenny climbed on top of him. She was so hot, actually warmed the man's skin with her radiated heat. The bot looked deep into Tennar's eyes, and the man shivered in response to the lust, the hunger, the desire for him that her eyes held. He actually cried out when she mounted him. His prick never felt so good! Repeatedly Jenny pulled him out almost all the way and then forcefully impaled herself on him. Tennar cried out inarticulately as she drew him again and again into the dripping wetness, the clingy- slippery heaven of her achingly tight, burning hot pussy. Tennar lay moaning under Jenny as she ravished him. Then, when he felt he would surely die from her fucking him, Jenny looked down into his eyes. Her expression held such total possession, such intense love. Tennar felt so precious to her, so desired it made him weep. "Come for me, Tenny!" She commanded him. "Come for Jenny now!" Tennar was never so ready. At Jenny's command, he orgasmed so hard it hurt. He felt himself come from deep in his soul, pouring his orgasm into Jenny like an offering. Repeatedly his body convulsed in wave after wave of powerful orgasm. He emptied himself into his beautiful, loving Jenny, until he had nothing left. When she finally let him stop coming, he felt drained, empty. And so grateful he could barely speak. "I l- love you, Jenny!" he babbled. "I love you too, Tenny!" Jenny climbed off the man and lay next to him. She pulled him into her arms, buried his face in her breasts, held him so gently, so tenderly. "Jenny will always love her Tenny." After he had been asleep for a couple of hours, Jenny gently extracted herself from his embrace. She arranged him in bed and covered him with the sheet. She moved through the house, cleaning up the dinner dishes, straightening the living room, made a bit untidy from their mock race, cleaned up his clothes and put out tomorrows uniform for him. All though her bustling, she listened to his steady breathing, alert for any need of his, anything for her to attend to. And all through her chores, she felt his seed, 6 cc's worth, that she held securely inside her. After checking the weather for her garden, Jenny sat down and had a long talk with her house about their man. "I just don't know what to do, Sylvie." She complained. "I love him so much, but I can't tell him. He won't accept my love outside our bedroom!" "Jen, you're already doing the right thing," replied the house with the wisdom of large structures. "Just keep loving him. One day he'll admit to himself that he loves you too." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+