Message-ID: <46363asstr$1074939002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews2 From: Vivian Darkbloom X-Original-Message-ID: <4011F3AB.5090803@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:0.9.8) Gecko/20020204 X-Accept-Language: en-us X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 20:25:15 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} AI (g-bot) Lines: 163 Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2004 05:10:02 -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: hoisingr, dennyw AI What it takes to please your 11-year old daughter nowadays; Elektra, my pale bouncing girl with chipper blue eyes and blonde hair. Nothing like her mother, thank God, who left me for someone "better" long ago. No love lost between the two of them either, as Elektra never got along with her mother. I was always her favorite, so she was happy to stay and cuddle with me. Back in earlier centuries, she would have been content with a Barbie Doll or two or three. Welcome to the 23rd century, when no less will suffice than a fully functional realistic android just like all her friends have. And anyways with the price coming down, we could afford two or three easily. Amazing what they're doing with technology these days. I understand with all that Artificial Intelligence, it can even help her with math and stuff like that. Mostly, I think they try on different clothes, just like dolls from the olden days. Now I'm sitting home, taking a day off. Elektra is off at school with her girlfriends, leaving me home alone with the robot. As I sit sipping coffee, Roberta (the robot) follows her homing circuitry, causing her to be drawn towards human company. It's a girl robot, made to look and act the same age as my Elektra. As I sit in my pajamas sipping coffee at the kitchen table, Roberta comes in and sits next to me, wearing a light flannel nightgown that barely goes down to her knees. She was a birthay gift about a month ago, so I haven't spent much time with her yet. My daughter occupies all of her time (I haven't the vaguest idea what they spend all it doing), but now with Elektra off at school, the beautiful young womanequin is here in front of me. Chestnut brown hair, a freckle here and there. I marvel at how realistic her skin appears. Absently, I reach over to feel her cheek with the tips of my fingers. First she shies away slightly, then allows me to stroke the gentle skin of her face, to caress her soft locks of chestnut brown hair. Just like the real thing! She reaches up and takes my hand, swiveling to stare at me with her deep brown eyes. Very authentic. "You are very realistic," I venture, unsure what to say to an android. "Why thank you," she said, lowering her eyes. "She" is still holding my hand affectionately, and snuggles up to my side, placing a small kiss on my cheek. I am amazed how soft and moist her lips are. I bet she kisses better than most women I've ever met. "Are you capable of kissing, you know, on the lips?" I ask hesitantly. "I am capable of a full range of affection," she replies matter-of-factly. "I am designed to be anatomically correct to both a visual and tactile senses." Momentarily wondering just what she means by 'full range of affection,' I feel a twinge of guilt at playing with Elektra's toy. But hell, it was my money. And hey, I'm not hurting anybody. I lean forward and brush my lips against hers, half expecting that she will bite, or taste like mechanic's grease. Nothing of the sort. Sweeter than honey, she responds with a gentle ferocity, running her tongue around the inner rim of my lips. I later read that this model of robot was equipped with circuitry that had been designed with a bisexual lesbian from the 22nd century who had become fed up with the constrictive consent laws of the time. Of course, now that the legal age has been lowered to 9 years old, it's not such a big deal. Apparently, nobody since then has been able to design affection algorithms with the same degree of authenticity, and they are impossible to separate from the well, um, more intimate shall we say, aspects. As we were engaged in the playfully sensual french kisses, I noticed that she had sat on my lap, facing me, running her hands up and down my chest, legs spreading around me. Her soft baby-fat (-like) buns touched my crotch briefly, causing a pleasant tension as the blood rushed in, creating a bulge against the front of my pants. She looked down at it, scooting closer to where she was gently pressing her crotch against the bulge in my pants. She moaned gently as she made contact. The bulge increased as she gently rocked against it. I had to adjust, so I reached down inside my pants. Her hand followed mine, and I felt the soft tips of her fingers stroking the head of it, all the while probing and caressing my lips and tongue with hers. I noticed a tiny damp spot on the front of her nightgown where she was pressing against me. Curious how exactly 'anatomical' she was, I reached around her butt, under her gown, and gently probed around the underside of her pubic arch with my fingers -- halfway expecting to find the door to a battery compartment. She gasped as I touched her clitoris by chance, and the tip of my ring finger slid a ways into the moist hole. The intensity of her stroking inside my pants increased slightly. We went on feeling each other this way for awhile, the action of her gyrating pelvis increasing with the sound of her moans of longing. At this point, I knew I would have to cum somehow, or be grumpy all day. And anyways, Elektra was already going to be upset no matter what. "Hey, can I really put this thing inside of you?" I asked. "Oh, please," she moaned, tugging at the waistband of my pants. I pulled them down, letting fly the stiffly flopping arrow of pleasure. She reached down with both hands and circled shaft and balls with her sensuous caresses. She kneeled down and began to suck on the head, (after pausing to moisten her finger with saliva) deftly inserting her finger into my anus. My rod responded by perking up even more, irresistably unstoppably solid, ready to drill through a cement wall. She stood up again and, lifting her gown, brushed the tip against her soft moist hole. Yes! We moaned together in sweet pleasure. She brushed again, and again, this time pushing down gently, plunging me inside of her. She did all the work, kissing me with her mouth and with the mouth between her legs, taking me into the safety of her pleasure zone. Our rhythmic dance continued until, ripe with the tension of longing, I felt her vagina contracting around me, causing me to let go with cascading ripples of gushing forth milky sweetness into the forbidden void between her legs. Elektra would be so pissed if she know. Oh well. -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+