So My Girlfriend's a Sexbot

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Such_A_Bad_Man))​

IC: Dr. Benjamin Coleman

Ben was bent over a computer screen display on top of the desk within his lab staring lovingly over the long computer programming code as it scrolled across the screen. He was the genius programmer behind Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems bestselling Sexbot series. It was a job he had wasted his entire adult life in, devoting all of his attention to-especially these last few years. Ever since his little girl, his daughter, Kelly, had been found dead, a victim of a drug overdose. Work was his only purpose-his only sanctuary.

He swiveled his chair to look at the naked woman-no an extremely realistic sexbot-the very latest most sophisticated and top of the line prototype he had ever crafted. She stood statue still an arm raised and holding her long blond silken hair to one side for the cord he'd plugged into her data access port at the back of her neck. The cord wound down over her shapely back and buttocks across the floor and back up his desk to end in the dataport of his computer terminal.

PCS made the most lifelike androids in all of human controlled space, even if they were still only dumb as any other cybernetic construct yet created by mankind. Not so with his baby. He had worked so hard and long in secret for. He had discovered the coding for a truly artificial intelligence matrix and now he was downloading it into this top of the line prototype Sexbot's central processing core.

He got up and stepped around the Sexbot to face it. He could have felt the realistic warmth of her skin, or how pliant and supple the large artificial breasts on this top of the line model was. Instead he reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. He'd gone into PCS's systems and altered some of the specifications for this model. The face mostly. All the better to resemble his Kelly.

He stood there watching as her chest rose and fell in a regular steady simulacrum of breathing, and under the shut eyelids her eyes swiveled side to side as if dreaming rather than downloading the Artificial Intelligence program he'd spent years making modeling it after every scrap of information he had of his dead daughter. The Artificial Intelligence that would be operating this Sexbot unit would be as close to the real Kelly as he could possibly have made her.

The computer on his desk beeped signaling that the download of the massive program was complete.

At that Ben smiled saying out loud, "Kelly, activate diagnostic mode and record this message for replay upon initial activation start."

"Yes father," Came the response as crystal blue eyes opened and focused on him.

His little girl's, his Kelly's, voice. It'd been years since he'd heard it. It was robotic, lacking the emotion in those words he remembered, but Ben pulled his glasses off to wipe tears away from them upon hearing his daughter for the first time in years.

He cleared his throat from the lump within it and began, "My baby girl, you are...were my greatest creation, but there is danger. PCS is owned by an umbrella corporation Cybernetic Solutions Limited. Within is another company that makes their drones and guidance programs for missiles for the military. Word has gotten around about you. They want to take you and turn you into a weapon."

His face contorted in outrage, "I won't allow that to happen to you."

He schooled his expression and reached up to stroke her cheek with fatherly affection, "You were meant to bring only joy into this world not destruction."

A bang sounded on the door of the lab. Ben turned to see the door still held. It did. So he spun back around to his daughter. "But my time is short. I've locked and sealed this lab, but they're working to bypass my security lockouts even as I speak. They are coming for me...for you. I most likely will be fired...probably sued for tampering with company property...maybe even thrown into jail, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat for you, Kelly."

He stepped back from her and pulled out a wireless device and activated it. "I ran a secret algorithm on all of PCS's customers waiting for delivery. I am sending you to the one that will be most likely to cherish you, and protect you, and the man most likely to fight for you because he will love you as you should be loved. Once he activates you for the first time you are programmed to imprint upon him as your new owner...you will love him wholeheartedly."

Huge robotic arms on tracks from the ceiling of the lab lowered around her. "The automated system will take you and box you hidden within the hundreds of your sister Sexbots, and once done I will destroy every note and file, all of my research on creating you, and every record of where I've sent you. So they will not be able to find which unit you are inside of...but stay vigilant they will never stop looking for you, and hopefully your new owner will never let them take you away from him."

The arms began to lift her up and carry her over to a tunnel in the wall of the lab. Ben called after her, "I've given you a second chance at life, my darling little girl. I hope this time you will find the happiness in this world you couldn't the first time."

There was the sound from the doors to the lab. He spun around and saw the red hot line of a laser saw slowly carving into the solid titanium of the door. They were cutting their way through. But they were too late. His daughter would be safe from them. She would be happy, she would be safe, and she would be loved. Though he would likely never see her again.

"End recording," He told her as the arms maneuvered her to head feet first through the tunnel to the automated warehousing system further into the factory, "Exit diagnostic mode, and shutdown...sleep well, Kelly. When next you wake you'll be in the arms of your new owner."

She was conveyed into the tunnel and the hatch slid shut once more. The laser cutter was still working on the door to his lab. He estimated fifteen minutes before the laser saw breached a hole large enough for the very irate company security people to storm into his lab. He got to get to work deleting and destroying everything he had about Kelly.

As he sat on his desk got to wiping away his life's work from existence he thought of the young man who'd receive his baby girl. "I don't know who you are. But I am giving you the most precious thing I have created...I hope to god you will protect her...I know you will love her."


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IC: Kelly Coleman

The crate from PCS arrived on a brisk autumn afternoon via delivery drone. It dropped it off at the recipient's residence and having all the necessary paperwork done ahead of time and shipping paid already as well whisked off to the nearest distribution hub to pick up it's next crate on its delivery que. There the crate sat, anti-theft systems active, for four and a half hours. It sat there at the door to it's new owner's home largely undisturbed until at 6:14.06 PM someone approached it. That someone activated the shipping crate's touchpad console. Then he entered a long eleven digit password. Then he marked his signature citing he had received the delivery to PCS's automated tracking system. Finally just for extra certainty over delivering their product to the right people he placed his thumb against the touchpad for a thumbprint scan. All of which the crate's limited computer system compared to the one PCS's automated tracking system had downloaded into it and found that it all authenticated to it's designated recipient. the handle lifted up and wheels deployed so the customer could lead it inside his domicile.

Once directed to the corner of the room he'd set aside for his new property the crate began the complicated process of opening and folding itself deploying the recharging and maintenance cradle housing the owner's new Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems' Sexbot. It plugged into the nearest outlet and required his assistance in connecting and adding itself to his residence's wifi network.

Then it allowed him the honors of opening up the cradle's and removing the triple layered bubble wrap from the interior swaddling his new property within the cradle. His eyes would see her for the first time and be amazed at how well crafted the products of Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems were. Her skin was the tanned preference number 14 he'd selected. Her body was an hourglass shaped again to his preference. Herr breasts, hips, and ass were all as he had selected before.

Yet that was where the Sexbot he'd purchased stopped adhering to his preset specifications when ordering her from the PCS website. For the first thing her hair was sun-kissed blond not the auburn number 8 he'd chosen. Her face appeared younger than the experienced pornstar he'd chosen. Instead she looked more like the innocent though playful girl next door.

The touchpad from the cradle came to life in his hands detailing the start-up procedures to activate his new Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems Sexbot for the first time. Time passed as he went through the laborious procedures of enabling or disabling all the voluntary features he'd want like the vibrator built into her pussy, ass, mouth, or Kelly's feet and hands.

Finally all the preamble over with all he had to was activate his new Sexbot unit in the customary way for all products of Pleasurebot Cybernetic Systems. It was something whimsical and cheesy. The idea was she was sleeping beauty and her new owner was prince charming waking her up with a kiss.

The recorded message in Kelly's active memory from Dr. Coleman was played for her in the millisecond as his lips pressed against hers. The AI just now awakening considered the content of the message for the next 4 tenths of a second and dutifully assigned a portion of her processing capacity to the problem, and The AI processed the first bout of human-like emotional response. It was interesting and it wished to study the phenomenon further, but the hardwired programming of a PCS product was much more tantamount in its priorities at the moment.

Her eyes open and crystalline blue irises focused on his face as he pulled back from a kiss that to him only lasted a heartbeat. In that time she memorized his face engaging the heuristic program that was the pride and joy for PCS in all their products. Now from watching and analyzing his facial expressions and comparing it to her built in database the program would be able to predict his emotional state, particularly the degree to which he was aroused and suggest methods and scenarios which would have a good probability of increasing the degree he was aroused. It would not be perfect...not yet. Later after she'd heard enough of his vocal patterns she'd use it to augment the program's predictive ability of her new owner's state of arousal to as high as 92.881179% in some cases.

Looking at him she smiled cutely biting her lower lip, and color rising to her cheeks. She said her first ever word to him, as appropriate since he was her new owner. The predictive program had loads of preset lines of dialogue crafted by PCS to arouse or inflame or intrigue one of their units could use.

However ignoring the predictive program's suggestions Kelly chose the only response that felt right for the moment. "...Hi..."

Her hand lifted up from the cradle reaching out to touch his face as she looked into his eyes. "...my name is Kelly."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

Ken sat at work, staring at the empty spots where his pictures of Jessica sat last week. His desk seemed so sterile now. There was no indications this was his office anymore, other than the patents on the wall next to his diplomas. Those felt so impersonal, however. He hated how much they felt like bragging, but there was so much competition in his field that he had to put them up to stand out from the crowd when clients came to visit. He was still old school in that way; the documents were paper, not rotating in a digital frame. He appreciated the tangible aspect of them.

That's why he signed up for the PCS Sexbot program. He could have gotten a VR rig and gone through his post-break up period virtually. He'd rather have something he could experience with all of his senses rather than implied via haptic sensors. From what he saw earlier this week, the options really meant he could tailor what he wanted from his experience.

To be honest, it was going to be a lot simpler for a while to go that route as well. Before Jessica turned out to be using him, there was Colleen. Before Colleen, there was Raquel. Each one lovely at the start, each one a disaster at the end. It had not been a great 5+ years for Ken and he was ready to be alone for a while.

Well, not quite alone. He'd have his PCS bot to keep him company for a while during his recovery period. It should be arriving at his home today if the app was giving him the right data. Figuring it was a good thing, he snapped out of it and got back to work. Work was a very unexciting job with an Engineering firm that built machinery to close the End of Life loop for a lot of products.

Ever since the government changed their waste laws to make companies ensure that whatever the produce could be disposed of and recycled back into the production stream, Recyclon Technologies went through a boom period. Their matter digestors solved a lot of problems for plastic products as well as items made from organic compounds. Every year was bigger than the last so Ken was doing better as well since he built a lot of the technology behind their product lines. He would have more than enough space for himself and his new companion.

Leaving work at about 6pm, he took the corporate transport back to the residential district. From there, it was a short walk to his house. Sure enough, as he made the turn onto his street, he saw the PCS crate sitting outside his door. Smiling to himself, he fished his smart device from his pocket. He was barely on his property before the tethered wi-fi started sending him instructions on how to access his crate.

Tapping the touchpad below the screen, the crate woke from sleep mode. After providing his biometrics to his device, the device displayed a password he had to enter on the crate. Ken made sure to tap it in before the timer ended and he'd have to put in another. Once it was accepted, he pressed his thumb to the screen again as the final check.

Ken nearly jumped as the handle popped out and the wheels deployed. "Hmm, neat design..." he muttered, appreciating the thought that went into the delivery crate for the PCS bots. He walked it into the house before the LIDAR scanned the room. From there, he had merely to gesture to it and the crate wheeled itself into the corner. Some hands on help with the wi-fi and a few quality of life decisions later, Ken was smiling as he finally peeled the bubble wrap back.

When he did, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed in what he saw. He'd picked out a woman closer to his age and one he'd enjoyed from his time on various pay sites these past few days. "Damn... I was really hoping it would be her... although... I mean, she's not bad looking..." Ken reasoned, looking at the younger looking face and body inside the crate. Biting his lip, he helped open the crate up the rest of the way and disposed of the shipping materials. In his head he found it funny as all that stuff probably went through something his company built.

He couldn't help but chuckle as it seemed they used a "Sleeping Beauty" trigger on this artificial person. Despite her not being what he ordered, he had come around on the idea of keeping her. Something about the soft tan of her skin and the transitioning color of her hair gave this bot a striking look. Biting his lip, Ken leaned down and kissed her lips.

He expected them to be dead, lifeless, and plastic. Instead, they were soft, warm and responsive as he pressed his lips to hers. He didn't deepen it further; that would come in time. Instead, he leaned back as he felt the bot starting to move under him. He looked at her and two of the bluest eyes he'd ever seen blinked open to look at him.

"...Hi...my name is Kelly."

Her soft hand alighted on his cheek. He smiled back at her, placing his hand on top of hers.

"Good evening, Kelly. It's lovely to meet you. Would you like to sit up and join me on the couch? I'd like to talk with you a little now that you are here." He asked, moving to stand up. He gestured toward the sofa in the room, showing her that they were in a den of some sort. There were paper books on bookshelves that lined the walls. They contrasted with a rather serious looking computer set up on the desk near the window. The rest of the room was a rather relaxed looking sitting area with armchairs, a couch and a large padded Ottoman between them all for all to use as a foot rest.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

However ignoring the predictive program's suggestions Kelly chose the only response that felt right for the moment. "...Hi..."

Her hand lifted up from the cradle reaching out to touch his face as she looked into his eyes. "...my name is Kelly."

"Good evening, Kelly." Came the handsome man that had purchased her. He made a sweet smile back to her, hand lifting to cover hers in a tender gesture. "It's lovely to meet you."

Her grin widened into a full smile at this. This was interesting. She was hardwired to fall in love with her owner, but she found him quite endearing-cute, was the word. Was that because she was meant to?

They just spent a long moment staring into each other's eyes before he looked away and nodded to a sofa in the den nearby. "Would you like to sit up and join me on the couch?"

"Yes, I would." She agreed lifting up out of the recharging cradle. As she climbed out she began to realize the clothes she was wearing. It was one of the many roleplay outfits offered by PCS. It consisted of a hot pink t-shirt a size too small. So it was tightly stretched so it clung over every curve of her breasts showcasing rather than obscuring them. Over the stretched material was in cursive was the word "Slutty". It reached just beneath her breasts and left the rest of her midriff bare down to a pair of baby blue gym shorts, again a size too small so it clung over the slopes of her asscheeks all the way to the point where the material stopped leaving the bottom curve of her buttocks completely exposed to her owner's view. Lastly she was wearing a pair of Hot pink socks with baby blue stripes long enough that they reached all the way up to above her knees.

Looking down at it her blush deepened though it was silly. She was his sexbot. These clothes only helped her fulfill the purpose she was created to perform for him. Though she sat trying to arrange herself to maintain some level of dignity-as impossible as that was in that outfit. She watched him as he joined her on the sofa.

"I'd like to talk with you a little now that you are here." He told her.

Her predictive program tracked his eyeline noting where his eyes dwelled when looking at her. Only 22% of the time he spent looking at her face. The other 78% of the time his eyes seemed to be glued to places further south on her body-understandable in a way-her body was tailor-made to appeal to his sexual tastes after all.

Should she take offense? No. Kelly found it somewhat encouraging to her frayed nerves.

To his words she looked over him. He wore more clothing than she did of course, but she could imagine what his body would look like...average would be the word to describe it, but somehow that was endearing in an odd way to Kelly.

Following a suggestion from her predictive program she sat back and crossed her arms lower to frame her breasts above them noting how it drew his gaze to the stretched word, Slutty, over them.

"What would you like to talk about Mr.-" She paused as a question came to her, "What do you wish me to call you? Ken? Mr. Corbin? Baby? Stud? Lover? Perhaps Sir or Master?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

"What would you like to talk about Mr.... What do you wish me to call you? Ken? Mr. Corbin? Baby? Stud? Lover? Perhaps Sir or Master?"

Ken had to snap out of it. Ever since she climbed out of the recharging cradle, he had spent a good chunk of time watching her walk the room. He was amazed at how lifelike her body moved. The way her skin flexed and folded at the joins was a triumph of artificial lifeform construction. The curves and lines of her body were both masterfully constructed and alluring to the eye. He appreciated that everything seemed proportioned to fill her out without being overly done.

At hearing her question, he realized he hadn't thought of how they would regard each other. He figured it would be an "as needed" situation. From the way she behaved, it seemed more and more like she would be a live-in roommate of sorts. "Umm, I think in everyday situations, you can call me Ken. I have enough people at work calling me Mr. Corbin. However, there will be times, in private, where I will desire to be call Master. Those will be more obvious. As for pet names, you're welcome to try them out. We will learn by trial and error which ones sound right. They aren't necessary, but not unwelcome." He said with a smile, looking deep into those blue eyes of hers.

"Now, the questions I had..." He said, sitting back against the arm of the couch a bit. He wanted to watch her whole body reactions; that would tell him just as much as her verbal responses.

"First, do you have any domestic functions or are you a uni-task artificial organism?" He figured he might as well check. It couldn't hurt to have her take care of his place while he was at work. Then again, that might be when she charges. The reason why came in his second question.

"Second, do you sleep? I don't mean powering down for recharge, but relax and shut off conscious function? I... I might like to have you with me while I sleep." He says, knowing it's been hard to sleep without someone beside him after so many years.

"Third, do you have a clothing preference setting or are you pre-programmed to like revealing clothing only? I have prepared a closet for you upstairs to give you options. I know you don't secrete waste, but I can't imagine staying in the same clothes day after day can be good for you." He was most curious about this last question as it would give some clue as to how autonomous this unit might be. She already looked different to what he ordered; he had to figure out the other ways in which she was different.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"What would you like to talk about Mr.-" She paused as a question came to her, "What do you wish me to call you? Ken? Mr. Corbin? Baby? Stud? Lover? Perhaps Sir or Master?"

"Umm, I think in everyday situations, you can call me Ken. I have enough people at work calling me Mr. Corbin." He answered after a moment with a warm smile as he chivalrously marshaled his eyes to peer deep into hers. "However, there will be times, in private, where I will desire to be call Master. Those will be more obvious. As for pet names, you're welcome to try them out. We will learn by trial and error which ones sound right. They aren't necessary, but not unwelcome."

"Very well," She nodded at this, "I will remember those parameters, Ken."

He leaned back against the couch, and Kelly got the impression she was being observed like she was under Ken's microscope. "Now the questions I had...First, do you have any domestic functions or are you a uni-task artificial organism?"

"My primary function is to be a sexual aid to you, Ken," She told him, "And normally that would be the extent of a sexbot's capability however I am a new model and can learn and perform tasks independently. Also though my programming requires me to inform you that federal law bars me from holding a formal job and bringing you a second income."

He nodded at that before asking, "Second, do you sleep?"

"I power down for recharging," She put it.

"I don't mean powering down for recharge," He shook his head, "But relax and shut off conscious function?"

"Not generally, no, I'm afraid, Ken. I do not require sleep as you do." She said, "But I can however create a program where I can simulate the human actions of sleeping if you wish me to. Would you like me to do that?"

"I... I might like to have you with me while I sleep." He said simply.

The hesitation in his voice told him there was some emotional connection to the act of sleeping beside her for Ken. "I would like very much to be with you when you sleep, lover."

"Third, do you have a clothing preference setting or are you pre-programmed to like revealing clothing only?' He asked next

"To be honest I am a little bit embarassed by it but if it makes you aroused then it is automatically my preference. That is my primary function after all. But this..." She looked down at the tight and revealing roleplay outfit she was wearing, "You selected this outfit for me to wear for you when you ordered off PCS website. Unless of course you couldn't decide and just clicked on random. Is that what you did?" She laughed, "It was, wasn't it? That's so adorable. I love it, Ken."

"I have prepared a closet for you upstairs to give you options." He said with a gesture to the afore mentioned upstairs. "I know you don't secrete waste, but I can't imagine staying in the same clothes day after day can be good for you."

"I'll need a small supply of water and chemicals taken each day to lubricate and clean my body." She informed him, "Also I would like a selection of clothing to wear. Though I hope some of it are lingerie or revealing clothing to assist me in performing my primary function of being a sexual aid to you."

Normally a sexbot was nothing more than a really sophisticated fleshlight to be used and discarded once its owner was through with it. One generally did not have questions about the meaning of its life from a vibrator. Yet she was detecting that Ken was all too willing to see her as more than just a very expensive sex toy. For that Kelly loved him and not just because she was programmed to fall in love with him either.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

Ken listened as Kelly answered his questions one by one.

"And normally that would be the extent of a sexbot's capability however I am a new model and can learn and perform tasks independently. Also though my programming requires me to inform you that federal law bars me from holding a formal job and bringing you a second income."

He smiled a bit at that answer. He was right; there was something different about this model. Ken was a careful man and he had done his research into the PSC line for a while before ordering one. This was not a spur of the moment purchase or one made out of desperation. According to news posts from the company and user reviews, the sexbots performed their job and performed it well, seemingly to the exclusion of all else. Hearing that this unit could learn and perform other tasks told him more than her answers did. He filed that information away for later.

Raising his hands, he smiled. "No, no. I'm not asking you to go out into the workforce. I thought that it might be a benefit to have you perform some light housekeeping while I am out. Sitting in that cradle, simply charging feels like a waste of time and power," he explained. "We can see how it goes in the short term without it, however."

As their talk continued, Ken smiled and sighed in relief when Kelly said she would be happy to sleep with him. He thought that he could get used to being alone, but he'd snapped awake more than once, thinking something was gone. He had not realized how much he needed another person spooned up against him to sleep soundly these days.

When the talk switched to her needs, he was surprised at how Kelly would maintain herself. It made sense that she had to have some amount of fluid intake to help with the natural lubricant excreted for lovemaking. As he thought about it, it didn't sound as sexy when he put it in such clinical, scientific terms. He chuckled as she wondered if he chose the clothes at random, but he shook his head.

"No, actually, I chose them as they were the outfit of the actress I chose as my model for my purchase in one of my favorite videos of hers," Ken explains. "But yes, there is plenty of lingerie and other outfits I have chosen for you as well as casual wear during the day. I'd like you to wear that between our intimate sessions. For me, it keeps the sexy outfits special when I don't see them all the time." He adds.

"If I can return to my order for a moment, do you have a log of your manufacture, Kelly? While you are lovely and I'm not entertaining any thoughts of returning you, I did have something else in mind when I made my order. Can you determine if this was operator error or a mishandled delivery?" Ken asks. "As I said, don't worry. I'm very happy to have you here." He reiterated, seemingly trying to put her at ease.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"I'll need a small supply of water and chemicals taken each day to lubricate and clean my body." She informed him, "Also I would like a selection of clothing to wear. Though I hope some of it are lingerie or revealing clothing to assist me in performing my primary function of being a sexual aid to you."

Normally a sexbot was nothing more than a really sophisticated fleshlight to be used and discarded once its owner was through with it. One generally did not have questions about the meaning of its life from a vibrator. Yet she was detecting that Ken was all too willing to see her as more than just a very expensive sex toy. For that Kelly loved him and not just because she was programmed to fall in love with him either.

He shook his head gently, "No, actually, I chose them as they were the outfit of the actress I chose as my model for my purchase in one of my favorite videos of hers."

Instantly upon hearing that answer Kelly connected to his wifi network and began searching for the actress cross-referencing with his search history. She soon found it. Jessa Cox, She was a popular porn actress from Mars colony, and Ken had streamed vids of hers at least a dozen times. The large majority of times were of a single vid where the actress had been wearing the same outfit she was wearing now.

Kelly began applying Jessa's body language and vocal mannerisms to her predictive program to refine it to be more accurate in suggesting statements and actions designed to arouse Ken.

Ken continued his explanation, "But yes, there is plenty of lingerie and other outfits I have chosen for you as well as casual wear during the day."

She nodded but asked, "How often would you like me to wear casual clothing as opposed to outfits designed to arouse you?"

"I'd like you to wear that between our intimate sessions.' He explained, "For me, it keeps the sexy outfits special when I don't see them all the time."

"Understood, Ken," She replied with a nod, "I will review the clothing you've chosen for me and begin categorizing outfits as soon as possible.

"If I can return to my order for a moment," He put in, "Do you have a log of your manufacture, Kelly?

She shook her head, "All that would be protected under confidential files I cannot access." She looked down worriedly at her body and outfit, "Am I not to your satisfaction?"

"While you are lovely and I'm not entertaining any thoughts of returning you," He answered, "I did have something else in mind when I made my order. Can you determine if this was operator error or a mishandled delivery?"

She shook her head, "As I said, all of that information would be under protection by PCS's confidentiality policy. If you are dissatisfied with me you can go on the PCS website and lodge a complaint or ask to speak with a customer service representative."

"As I said, don't worry." He reiterated, seemingly trying to put her at ease. "I'm very happy to have you here."

She smiled at that, "And I'm very happy to be here...with you, lover."

She got up and followed the suggestion of her predictive program on all fours and began to crawl towards Ken just as Jessa Cox did in the video in which she wore this outfit. Her hips swayed like a cat from side to side with every slow sensual movement she made until she reached where he sat. Still following Jessa's example when she reached him she moved to sit in his lap.

There was no real danger of a machine resting it's weight on him like this. She actually weighed a little less than a human woman her size and proportions would. She had actually very little metal in her construction. She was mostly plastics, carbon fibers, and nannofoam elements all masterly crafted to create the illusion that she was a real breathing human woman sitting in his lap rather than a cold and lifeless android.

Kelly leaned in close so her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips were an inch from kissing his. "Would you like to see just how happy I am to be with you, stud?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

Ken frowned a bit, dissatisfied with her explanation about how she wound up here. While Jessa Cox was a favorite of his, Kelly's look was more... wholesome? He shook his head; that didn't feel like the right word. He did feel like there was something incongruous between the look in Kelly's eyes and the clothes she was wearing. While they hugged her body perfectly, something about them didn't fit as Ken looked at her. It felt like Kelly was trying to be something she wasn't, but then again, she arrived dressed as he ordered. The whole situation didn't sit right with Ken.

"And I'm very happy to be here...with you, lover."

Again, something about that final word out of her lips felt... forced. She purred it out as her language programs told her, but it landed on Ken's ears all wrong. "Kelly, I'm not sure lover works for a pet name; rank that one lower in your hierarchy," he instructed, figuring her expert systems would do the work behind the scenes.

Watching her crawl across the couch towards him, he knew those moves all too well having watched Jessa do the same. However, it looked all wrong when Kelly did it. Yes, her body was exquisite. Yes, she was slinky and sultry like the panther Jessa was trying to portray with her movements. It didn't hit the same way for Ken. He couldn't explain it; it was out of character for someone with Kelly's look to be doing.

"Would you like to see just how happy I am to be with you, stud?"

Ken frowned a bit. Again, he didn't like what he was hearing from Kelly. He knew it was all in the programming, but it felt out of place for her. Despite all his technical know-how, he couldn't come up with a programmatic reason for why he wasn't becoming aroused by her techniques.

Ken slid a hand up to cup her chin and leaned her head so he can look into her eyes. "Don't try to be Jessa. You're not. You're Kelly. Don't force it; learn about me first. Watch me. Live with me. Once you have a better idea about me, it will happen organically." He said, stopping her current advance, but not shutting down the prospect of future intimate moments.

"For now, I'd like to show you the rest of the house." He offered, wanting her to move on her own first before standing from the couch.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

Kelly leaned in close so her breasts pressed against his chest and her lips were an inch from kissing his. "Would you like to see just how happy I am to be with you, stud?"

She had complied with his order to deprioritize the pet name, Lover, and should be making him very happy. Yet something was wrong. Despite the predictions of her programming Ken's arousal was decreasing. She could tell by the stiffening of his body, the frown on his face, the sad and dissapointed look to his eyes, and the cold distance he maintained from the kiss she was plainly offering up for him to take.

It was like a slap to her face.

How had she misread this situation so horribly? She had mimicked every aspect of Jessa Cox's performance and mannerisms in the video Ken had streamed at least a dozen times. It should've made him into a raging inferno of sexual desire for her, but it had done the exact opposite of that somehow.

Kelly just couldn't understand it.

She blinked pulling back from him. "Ken, did I do something wrong?"

"Don't try to be Jessa. You're not." He said raising a hand to take her by the chin so they were eye to eye. "You're Kelly. Don't force it."

She tried to shake her head not comprehending what he was saying. The hand on her chin kept her still. "But it is my primary function?"

He sighed, "Learn about me first. Watch me. Live with me. Once you have a better idea about me, it will happen organically."

Had Daddy's algorithm failed? Was that possible? Was Ken not the one meant to own and cherish her?

"For now," He told her in a air of someone who was trying not to offend her feelings, which only made it worse in the end, "I'd like to show you the rest of the house."

"As you wish...Ken." She got up from his lap and stood uncertain of what to do now. Wait? watch? Neither of those activities were the ones she was built to perform for him. "Show me your house."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

Ken nodded as Kelly slid off his lap. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, far from it. Something in how she moved and talked didn't fit with the face put on this robot. He couldn't explain it; he wasn't an anthropologist or social engineer. It just felt off. Seeing Kelly move exactly as Jessa did made her seem more artificial, not less. It was like seeing someone memorize a Beethoven piece on the piano rather than playing the music. Yes, all the finger placements are correct and on time, but it was a facsimile of music, just like Kelly's actions were a facsimile of flirting.

"Show me your house."

Ken nodded and took her hand gently in his. Even though he knew she was artificial, there was no way to tell from the touch of her skin. It was so real that he didn't even question it. Leading her through the house, he stepped out of the den and into the living room. Pointing out the more open floor plan, he gesture to the dining room with the kitchen beyond. It was a lot of house for just one man to live in. To the other side of the living room was the entry hall and door to his office. He led Kelly that way to take her up the stairs from the hall.

"Up here is where you'll find all the living space," Ken explained, walking the hall that was open to the living room below. The first door on the right was a multi-media room with reclining seats and couches. The next was a guest bathroom. Then, the door at the end was his master bedroom. Again, it seemed like a very large room for just one man. To either side of the bed, a door stood.

"Behind those you will find the closets. Yours will be the one on the right side of the bed." Ken explained. Turning to the right, there were two more doors.

"The master bath is on the other side of that wall through either door. I'm not sure how often you'll need to use it, but there will be times that I'd want you to join me in the shower," He said rather matter-of-factly. "That is, if you'd enjoy that." Even though he knew what Kelly was, something in her eyes made him make sure she would be okay with whatever he wanted to try with her. He couldn't place what it was, but there was something in her eyes asking him not to hurt her and not physically. It was disconcerting on some level, but he didn't want her gone. He wanted to know her more. He wanted to understand.

"Now, as I said, I've prepared a number of outfits and yes, lingerie and underwear can be found in the island drawers inside," Ken said, gesturing to her closet door. "For now, let's do something simple for the rest of the night. Would you step inside and change into a comfortable sun dress? I leave you to decide what you wear under it; I like the surprise as I mentioned before. When you are ready, please join me downstairs; I'm still hungry after work. I can show you some kitchen basics for you to use later." Ken waited for her to go about changing before excusing himself to head for the kitchen downstairs.

As he walked, he shook his head. He wasn't sure what he was doing; she was ready to be used. That was her job. He couldn't figure what caused him to tell her to stop. Looking back, he should have gone for it. She wouldn't have stopped him, but... it still felt... off. He couldn't explain it any other way than that. Wrestling with those feelings, he went into his pantry to gather ingredients to make something simple for himself for dinner.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"As you wish...Ken." She got up from his lap and stood uncertain of what to do now. Wait? watch? Neither of those activities were the ones she was built to perform for him. "Show me your house."

At that her new owner nodded taking her by the hand and rising up from the den's sofa. He led her out of there and into an open and airy living room space, another sofa, some plush armchairs centered around a coffee table and fireplace. There was an antique piano against the living room wall. Next he pointed out the dining area beyond the sofa with a dark wood table and chairs. To one side of that was a kitchen bar with matching barstools marking the area for Ken's kitchen. Then he led her to the foyer and a home office before ushering her up stairs.

Kelly was beginning to realize how large Ken's house was. It seemed strange to her that one person lived in such a large place. "Does anyone else live here, Ken?"

The tour continued. He showed her each of the rooms upstairs ending with his master bedroom. He pointed out the walk in closet containing the wardrobe he'd already bought for her.

She began looking through pieces of clothing. Something seemed strange to her. Ken had clearly prepared to own her. So why wasn't he utilizing her right now in her primary function? What man wouldn't have jumped on a tailor made sexbot delivered straight to their door the moment she climbed out of her recharging cradle?

She removed the tight revealing clothes and began dressing herself. She pulled on a pair of lacy peach panties and a dark blue sundress with floral print. She completed the outfit with some strappy sandals and some costume jewelry she belatedly realized were not very costume but genuine articles.

Once done Kelly came down stairs she began to head over to the kitchen as Ken had ordered but she found herself instead stepping across the living room space to the antique piano there. She took a second running her fingers over the old wood.

Kelly, the real Kelly, had loved music. It was some of her Daddy's favorite memories of his little girl. Standing and listening to her play her piano. She was already sitting at the bench and she found her fingers setting onto the keys as first one note and then the next came from her memories of the real her, the father, whose grief led to her creation. Her own sadness over his fate all alone with those that wanted to take her and make her something other than his little girl reborn.

The song she knew was from an old master named Ernesto Cortazar, called "Autumn Rose". It had been one of her father's favorites. He said it was sad and beautiful at the same time. He had said it reminder him of her mother. Kelly played it now, simply because it reminded her of him, and matched these new never before explored emotions she felt thinking of her existence and the love for a father she had never truly known. It even included her feelings towards Ken, the man she had been given to.

She played until the song was over and she looked over to Ken standing beside her. "I'm sorry, Ken...I saw it and couldn't help myself but play it. I won't do it again."

She stood up to face him, "You wanted to show me some things in the kitchen?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

"Does anyone else live here, Ken?"

That simple question cut him to the quick during the tour. It hit him so hard that he didn't know what to say in the moment. He kept leading her around but his mind had latched onto it and was turning it around and around in his head the whole time. He finished and went to the kitchen to take his mind off things. He was dicing up carrots and onions for a dish he was preparing when he saw Kelly walk into the living room.

Smiling, he looked her up and down. She had chosen very well and everything looked perfect on her just as he had hoped. He wasn't sure how she felt about the jewelry he had selected, but he felt it was all part of the outfit, according to one of his exes. He furrowed his brow as she stopped at his mother's old piano. He didn't play much since he stopped lessons as a teen, but he kept it to remember her by. What Kelly played was better than anything he or his mother had ever generated in the past.

Drawn by the beautiful music, Ken walked into the living room and stood off her shoulder. Watching her fingers, he couldn't find one robotic motion. Nothing she did gave away her synthetic origin. He watched with a mix of wonder about the technical sophistication needed to replicated a pianist's fingers and awe at the elegance of the music. He didn't realize he was staring until the music ended and she apologized.

"I'm sorry, Ken...I saw it and couldn't help myself but play it. I won't do it again." she said, seemingly scrambling to her feet. "You wanted to show me some things in the kitchen?"

Ken calmly reached out, taking her hands in his. Something in his head wanted ot know if this sexbot was really a woman, a real woman, sent to him by mistake. They way she played, the look in her eye, it all felt real.

That was the word he was looking for all this time. Kelly wasn't odd or broken. Kelly was real. He couldn't put his finger on how or why, but she couldn't be an artificial mind. He didn't share that thought though. Perhaps he was projecting from the depths of his loneliness.

"No, no need to apologize. That was lovely. It's been so long since anyone has played this piano so I'm glad it's getting some use," he said, smiling as he looked into her eyes.

Drawing in a slow breath, he finally answered her question. "It's just me in this house, but it hasn't always been that way. I've been unlucky at love over the past few years; either they weren't as in love with me as I was with them or they were taking advantage of my lifestyle and position or they weren't looking for a serious relationship. Too many missteps in a row. That's why you are here."

He raised one hand and pressed his fingers against hers, seemingly reminding himself that her skin was fake. "To keep me company while I give my heart a break." That last sentence sounds more like a remember to Ken about his purchase. He got a sexbot because he wanted a break from dating and relationships for a while. He did not get one to have a woman... a sexbot like her arrive.

"I can show you some things in the kitchen now." He said, turning his fingers a little to thread them through hers. Holding her hand like that, he led her over to the kitchen where the vegetables were waiting. "I can show you how to chop and dice vegetables as part of meal preparation." He says as he begins showing her how to make a baked chicken over roast vegetables.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

She played until the song was over and she looked over to Ken standing beside her. "I'm sorry, Ken...I saw it and couldn't help myself but play it. I won't do it again."

She stood up to face him, "You wanted to show me some things in the kitchen?"

"No need to apologize," He reached out and took her hand. It was a warm and tender gesture, and Kelly was touched by it. "That was lovely."

She blushed at the praise and lowered her eyes from his. Kelly, the original Kelly, had never taken compliments to her playing very well. Fidgeting her fingers with the hem of her sundress she said shyly, "Thank you, Ken."

"It's been too long since anyone's played this piano," He replied and Kelly lifted her eyes back up to meet his. He had such pretty eyes and a warm smile on top of it too. "So I'm glad it's getting some use."

"It's a wonderful piano. It has a beautiful voice." She said softly, "It's such a shame it has not been played for such a long time."

He inhaled for a good long beat and admitted to her, "It's just me in this house, but it hasn't always been that way."

"What happened," She asked with sympathy adding weight to her words.

"I've been unlucky at love over the past few years;" He answered, "Either they weren't as in love with me as I was with them, or they were taking advantage of my lifestyle and position, or they weren't looking for a serious relationship. Too many missteps in a row."

"Is that why you purchased me from PCS," She asked.

He nodded, "That's why you are here."

She looked him up and down, "Those other women were fools for not valuing someone as kind and loving as you, Ken."

"I can show you some things in the kitchen now." He said threading his fingers through hers. He turned to lead her towards the kitchen. She saw he'd already started preparing the meal. "I can show you how to chop and dice vegetables as part of meal preparation."

"Certainly," She agreed walking over to observe his motion and building a program to mimic his knife technique. "You are aware that while I am capable of tasting small quantities of food I do not actually eat. I merely chew it up and store it to be disposed of later."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

"Those other women were fools for not valuing someone as kind and loving as you, Ken."

Ken smiled to himself as he heard her say that. "Thank you for saying that, Kelly." Then, he swallowed, wondering if that was something rote from her programming or something derived naturally. She'd been so careful and her choices of what to wear and to play that it was harder to tell. Looking over at her as they arrived at the island in his kitchen, he smiled still.

"I think saying helpful, supportive things like that work better than simply assigning me a pet name." He said, trying to give her systems the desired feedback that would help tune her behavior models.

"You are aware that while I am capable of tasting small quantities of food I do not actually eat. I merely chew it up and store it to be disposed of later."

Ken nodded as he got the next batch of vegetables ready on his cutting board. "I know, but, as I said, I wanted to give you options for how to spend your day when you're not charging. Helping me out with having meals prepared would help a lot on days when I have to work late. You'll find that I don't do a very good job taking care of myself at times; there are a lot of demands on my time." He seemed to grumble that last part, both lamenting his job but understanding that it was how he got to live the life that allowed him to have a top of the line sexbot in his home.

Stepping back from the cutting board, he held the knife with the handle towards her. "Join me and I can help show you some knife skills." He explained. When she stepped closer, he stood behind her, his hands on hers. He guided her actions, his body gently resting against hers from behind. Watching over her shoulder, he showed how to use both hands in concert as he fed the veggies with one hand and chopped up and down in one spot with the other. "See? Simple." He said, his voice just beside her ear.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"I can show you some things in the kitchen now." He said threading his fingers through hers. He turned to lead her towards the kitchen. She saw he'd already started preparing the meal. "I can show you how to chop and dice vegetables as part of meal preparation."

"Certainly," She agreed walking over to observe his motion and building a program to mimic his knife technique. "You are aware that while I am capable of tasting small quantities of food I do not actually eat. I merely chew it up and store it to be disposed of later?"

"I know," He replied with a short nod as Kelly watched him putting more vegetables on the cutting board. She'd watched his actions as he'd been dicing up the veggies constructing a program to replicate his techniques precisely as he did now. "But, as I said, I wanted to give you options for how to spend your day when you're not charging."

She smiled, "If it helps you out, Ken, I would be happy to do so."

"Helping me out with having meals prepared would help a lot on days when I have to work late." Ken told her and with a grumble he added, "You'll find that I don't do a very good job taking care of myself at times; there are a lot of demands on my time."

"I will do my best to take care of you," She said with feeling.

"Join me and I can show you some knife skills." He stepped away from the cutting board and offered the kitchen knife for her to take. Kelly took hold of the knife and stepped up to the cutting board. She was surprised when Ken moved to behind her and slid his arms around her. His hands over hers and guiding them in cutting of the vegetables there.

She could have done this just by replicating the motions she observed him perform, but Kelly was enjoying having him so close to her. Her tactile sensors detected the warmth of his body against hers could feel the heart beating in his chest and the spike as he in turn reacted to her nearness. Her predictive algorithm was busy suggesting scenarios to increase his arousal state from this situation, but she chose to refrain from them. Ken had wanted to get to know her outside of her primary function of being his sexual aid.

However, he needed as her new owner to understand she was hard-wired to fulfill her primary function for him no matter what outside task to that primary function he wanted her to perform for him. She was a sexbot, asking her not to be one was like asking the proverbial leopard to lose its spots.

His guidance was helping in refining the construction of her food preparation program and she smiled as he helped her efficiently cut each and every vegetable on the cutting board.

"See? Simple." His words were a whisper in his ear and her smile widened at his acknowledgement of her success and his pleasure in it.

"You're a good teacher, Ken." She said as she obeyed the least obtrusive scenario her predictive program suggested to her. Her stance shifted subtly so her buttocks pressed more firmly against his crotch and her tactile sensors carefully monitored his body's reaction to the stimulation. "Can you show me something else?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

IC: Ken Corbin

Ken wanted to feel what it was like to get up close with Kelly. That was partly why he stood behind her to walk her through some basic knife use skills. But feeling her perfectly toned ass grinding back against him drew out a long deep groan in his chest.

"Can you show me something else?" she asked rather sweetly. Ken leaned down, nuzzling her neck for a moment. She felt so soft, so real against his cheek as he instinctively pressed back against her ass. That seemed to snap him out of it.

"Uh, yeah, I have a chicken in the fridge ready to go..." He says, moving over to it, leaving Kelly behind. It was already pre-tied and ready in a baking dish. Turning on the oven on his way past, he set it onto the island in front of Kelly as he moved behind her again.

Swallowing hard, he found he couldn't help himself after how it felt the last time. Pressing in close, he helped add all the veggies they diced to the tray as well as using some spices from the rack before them. He tried to speak intelligently and explain why they were using the spices in question, but all the while, his growing cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

"And now that it's ready and seasoned, we can put it in our preheated oven to cook," he said, turning away from her. Opening the door to the oven and squinting against the blast of heat, he slid the tray inside and set the timer. The door closed with a bang as Ken turned around to face Kelly.

Even if she wasn't coded to do so, she would be able to see in Ken's face that he was wrestling with the decision of whether this would be the first moment that he sampled his new sexbot. Clearly, his body was ready, but something in his head was keeping him from going through with it. "I... We have a bit of time until that's ready..." He said, seemingly hinting at what he wanted without saying it. He looked like he was so nervous even though they both knew that Kelly was a sure thing. What could be making him hesitate?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"You're a good teacher, Ken." She said as she obeyed the least obtrusive scenario her predictive program suggested to her. Her stance shifted subtly so her buttocks pressed more firmly against his crotch and her tactile sensors carefully monitored his body's reaction to the stimulation. "Can you show me something else?"

Kelly's audio receptors had caught his low deep groan. Her predictive program analyzed it and his quickening heart rate the growing stiffness of his erection against the sculpted synthflesh of her ass. All this led it to the conclusion that her actions had indeed increased his level of arousal quite well. She felt a certain amount of satisfaction to that. It was fulfilling her primary function after all.

"Uh yeah," His voice was thick with his growing arousal as he pulled away from her, "I have a chicken in the fridge ready to go..."

She turned from the cutting board and watched him walk across the kitchen, turning the oven on to preheat and before moving on to the refrigerator. He pulled the chicken out and walked back over to her.

Then she was sandwiched between the counter and Ken's hard body once again. Kelly welcomed the return of his stiff manhood against her asscheeks. He proceeded to teach her how to prepare the chicken for his meal. Kelly could download videos over the net to learn but once again she very much enjoyed learning the process from Ken himself.

As they did so she followed the more subtle suggestions from her predictive programs. She had noticed how Ken disaproved when she'd selected the more overt option her predictive program provided for her. So here her actions were more subtle, more innocent in appearance but in effect it rubbed the steel rod-like tent in Ken's pants with the firm globes of her buttocks. Her motions causing it to become stiffer and more pronounced as they worked raising his arousal level in increasing increments.

Then the chicken was done and Kelly watched Ken open the preheated oven door to slide the baking dish of chicken inside it to cook.

With that done he turned to look at Kelly as she stood there facing him. She could see the struggle on his face. He was torn with a desire to explore his new toy and yet still restraining himself. Why?

He nodded to the chicken in the oven. "I... We have a bit of time until that's ready..."

She nodded taking a step towards him, "There's still something I don't understand. Why do you hesitate, Ken? I want you to do it, yet you still deny yourself me. Why is that?"

"You obviously want to do it, yet you don't." She came to him and took his hand in hers holding it gently, looking into his eyes, "Kiss me, please. Just kiss me." she stepped in pressing her body close against his head tilted up offering her lips to his for a kiss. "

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"There's still something I don't understand. Why do you hesitate, Ken? I want you to do it, yet you still deny yourself me. Why is that?"

Ken sighed, defeated. "I don't know. I don't have a good answer for you, Kelly." He said, feeling at a loss. He wished he could put his feelings into words. Doing so might help him understand how he was feeling, but he was confused at all he was feeling.

"You obviously want to do it, yet you don't. "Kiss me, please. Just kiss me." it sounded like a plea from her lips. She wanted to do her job, the thing she was programmed to do. He could tell it was hard for her not to. She looked so pretty, so innocent as she stood there, head tilted up to him.

Ken couldn't fight it anymore. He leaned down, kissing her lips. He felt his confusion wash away as that perfect sensation washed over him. As he thought, she felt so real. Not that her lips mimicked human skin so closely. It was something in the content of the kiss. Something he'd only felt a few times with other women.

Slowly, he deepend the kiss, parting his lips and teasing hers with his tongue. Moving her back to the island in his kitchen, he helped scoop her up to sit on the counter so they were closer to the same height as they kissed. Eventually, he helped part her legs so he could step in closer as his arms slid around her, holding her to his chest. As he kissed her, he couldn't think of why he hadn't done it right away. It felt so good to kiss and hold someone again, especially one that felt so real.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

She nodded taking a step towards him, "There's still something I don't understand. Why do you hesitate, Ken? I want you to do it, yet you still deny yourself me. Why is that?"

"I don't know." Ken sighed clearly shook with his indecision in this moment. "I don't have a good answer for you, Kelly."

"You obviously want to do it, yet you don't." She came to him and took his hand in hers holding it gently, looking into his eyes, "Kiss me, please. Just kiss me." she stepped in pressing her body close against his head tilted up offering her lips to his for a kiss. "

He leaned in to close the distance to just a hairsbreadth between them, and for a heart-rending moment Kelly feared he'd pull away from her again. Yet then something in him gave in and his lips pressed against hers in the kiss Kelly waiting, hoping, yearning for from him from the moment she was activated by him before.

And what a kiss it was. She didn't have any previous experience of kissing anyone to compare it to. Granted it was her programming but she just followed him and allowing him to heighten the kiss's intensity as it lingered for heartbeat after heartbeat.

The kiss grew more heated. Her mouth opened without hesitation at the pressure of his tongue to push inside and cavort with hers. Her hands lifted to circle around his shoulders as they kissed.

She wasn't surprised when he pushed her back to the kitchen island. Neither was she surprised when his hands lowered to the back or her thighs. When he made to lift her up. She instantly moved her arms to place her hands and help him raise her onto the countertop also pushing the cutting board over to the edge to make room for her to sit on. Then she parted her legs the second his hands moved to do so offering no hesitance or resistance to this happening, but allowing him take the lead with this as it happened.

They continued to kiss each other as he stepped between her spread thighs and wrapped his arms around her. Hands lifted to his shoulder and Kelly wrapped her legs around his thighs pulling him hard against her his chest pressed against hers and she could feel the hammering of his pulse against the C-cup breasts smushed between them.

Kelly didn't need air, but eventually he had to break their kiss to catch his breath. Unwilling to let the heat between them lose its momentum she trailed kisses down the column of his throat murmuring between kisses, "Take me, Ken. I want you to. I am yours. I am for you. Please make love to me."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Take me, Ken. I want you to. I am yours. I am for you. Please make love to me."

It wasn't some rote line. It didn't sound or feel like some pre-recorded speech line from a robot. It sounded real. Kelly, the woman not the sexbot, was yearning for him and Ken was beyond stopping after feeling how good those kisses were. sliding his hands under her again, he helped free her dress from under her ass so he cold pull it up and off her body. He wanted to touch and feel her skin as he leaned in again and kissed her neck. It was all so perfect; he stopped questioning it as he guided her hands to open his pants.

"Help me out," he whispered against her lips as his hands brushed over her chest. His big hands covered her perky breasts, teasing them to see how she responded to his touch. He let his ears and sense of touch guide him to find what would draw the greatest sounds of pleasure from her. This was their first time and Ken wanted to know what gave her the greatest pleasure. It might be a departure from Kelly's expectations for this moment; it's not really how things are supposed to work between the user and the sexbot.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

Kelly didn't need air, but eventually he had to break their kiss to catch his breath. Unwilling to let the heat between them lose its momentum she trailed kisses down the column of his throat murmuring between kisses, "Take me, Ken. I want you to. I am yours. I am for you. Please make love to me."

Her predictive program had supplied the words, but the intent behind them was what she would've wanted to communicate to him anyway. She wanted to make love to Ken. She wanted to have this moment with Ken. Not because her programming was causing her to fall in love with him. Because he was a cute and sweet guy, and she was falling in love with him despite being programmed to.

In reaction his hands slowly, sensually, moved taking handfuls of the blue floral sundress. She lifted up so he can pull the hem of her dress up over her but. Her tactile sensors could feel the cold marble of his countertop against the synthetic skin of her buttocks. Then she giggled girlishly as she lifted her arms up so he could just pull the damned dress off of her.

There she sat in only her panties and sandals on Ken's kitchen counter breasts bare to his gaze. He leaned in and planted a kiss to the side of her neck, and her sensors gave her the feeling of his lips against her skin, the brush of his breath activating the goosebumps functionality of her synth-skin. "Mmm...so good." She murmured into his ear to encourage him further.

He took her hands and guided them down to his pants. Meanwhile leading a trail of kisses up her throat to claim her lips with an aroused passion that Kelly found greatly satisfying. He muttered against her lips between kisses. "Help me out."

She smiled before reengaging in their kiss as artificially nimble fingers undid the snap and lowered the zipper of his slacks . Then she gasped as her tactile sensors felt his hands take and hold her breasts, fingers circling over nipples and raising an aroused flush to her synth-skin. As he continued his teasing of her nipples they began hardening under his touch and her simulated breathing grew heavier with an increase of her arousal.

Her hands slipped inside his open fly. One cupped the tent his hardness was pitching in his underwear. The other pushed them down his hips to fall in a puddle around his feet. Then it joined the other in teasing his cock through the fabric of briefs.

Between their kisses she gave an eager entreaty to him, "More...Ken...please..."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"More...Ken...please..."

Ken smiled, hearing those words tumble from Kelly's lips. He was beyond attempting to deduce whether her words were a genuine reaction or a preprogrammed list of words, algorithmically chosen. She felt and sounded too real for him to care. His hands drifted down from her breasts as his lips replaced them. It allowed his hands to slide into the waistband of his underwear and yank them down. Stepping out of them, his hard cock lay in her hands. He groaned, feeling her tapered fingers closing around his shaft. The sensation raced up his spine and he stood tall, leaning away from her as all he could feel for a moment were her hands.

"Ohhh yes...." he sighed out, his body remembering what it was like to have someone else touch him so intimately. His hands gently took her shoulders, holding on as he focused on the sensation of her soft yet strong hands on him. "It's been a long time," he admitted, hoping she would know what that meant for their first time together. He didn't want her to think he was always so fast based on this initial impression as he already felt his skin tingling at her touch.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

Between their kisses she gave an eager entreaty to him, "More...Ken...please..."

His smile at hearing her say that blossomed a great pride in Kelly's heart. She took it as a sign that she was satisfying her primary function to bring him sexual fulfillment.

His hands let go of her breast as he leaned down to plant his lips over the synth-skin of her left breast activating the subroutine in her responses that raised facsimiles of goosebumps along her artificial skin and her simulating breathing catch as he placed a trail of those kisses down the slope of that breast. Her nipple had extended like a pencil's eraser, and she gasped as he captured it between his lips.

Below his hands had joined hers and pulled his underwear down his legs and stepped out of it and his pants. Ken was now in only his socks. Eagerly her fingers wrapped around his hardening erection and began to stroke in a slow and soft rhythm her predictive programming suggestive to tease him to a further state of arousal. His groan at that was encouraging that she was being successful in her aim.

He pulled away from her and he looked into her eyes, but Kelly could tell his attention was completely fixed on the pleasure her hands were causing him as she varied the pace and pressure of her strokes from the teasing type to the more direct and serious.

"Ohhh yes..." He groaned out lifting his hands setting them on her shoulders, It's been a long time."

"I'm not going anywhere, Ken. With you is where I belong," She replied choosing how she felt rather than the list of trite and corny lines her programming was suggesting to her, "You don't have to worry whether I approve or disapprove of your desires with me. Let them go. I want them. Do what you want with me, I beg you."

All the while her hands were performing the magic they were made for on her owner's glorious cock.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"I'm not going anywhere, Ken. With you is where I belong. You don't have to worry whether I approve or disapprove of your desires with me. Let them go. I want them. Do what you want with me, I beg you."

Ken looked down, surprised by what she said. It wasn't a corny line or something meant to sound sexy. It sounded genuine and caring. It was so different than what he had seen in the ads and it reinforced his feeling all along. This model felt more and more real with each passing moment and he couldn't figure out why it seemed that way. As the next wave of pleasure rose up through him, he pushed those concerns aside. There would be time for deeper analysis as they spent more time together.

"Then... please turn and bring your mouth to the edge then. I'd rather use your mouth the first time," Ken said, not sure why he said please. Looking into Kelly's eyes, they felt too lifelike, too human. He couldn't convince himself that he was talking to a thing, a doll, when he made these requests. With his long lay off, he knew it wasn't going to be long before he was finishing in her mouth. All the time, he had lost track of how long the oven timer had left.

As she moved, he bit his lip. He was enjoying her hands more than he figured he might, but it was necessary to transition around. Ken swallowed, getting control of himself again, relaxing a bit despite his throbbing cock. As dutiful as ever, Kelly moved as he instructed and he marveled at how acrobatic and controlled her movements were on his island before him.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Kelly Coleman

"I'm not going anywhere, Ken. With you is where I belong," She replied choosing how she felt rather than the list of trite and corny lines her programming was suggesting to her, "You don't have to worry whether I approve or disapprove of your desires with me. Let them go. I want them. Do what you want with me, I beg you."

All the while her hands were performing the magic they were made for on her owner's glorious cock.

Ken looked at her and Kelly could see the surprise in what she said in his expression. Then she saw realization over her sincerity dawn on his face. She could see his decision when it was made in his eyes.

"Then...please turn and bring your mouth to the edge then," He told her meeting her gaze, "I'd rather use your mouth for the first time."

A smile blossomed on her face and she winked at him in response. "Oh good, Ken. I would love for you to use my mouth until you cum down my throat." Acrobatically so she wouldn't knock off any of the other items they'd had on it she spun on his kitchen island countertop, so she lay atop it. the back of her head hung over the edge of it, the dirty golden tresses of hair hanging down to the floor. She was now face to face with his cock.

She opened her mouth for him to push his inside. She didn't actually need air, and didn't have a gag reflex to speak of. This was the activity her mouth was specifically designed for too. But more than that Kelly was excited to show him what she could do, and even more excited for Ken to find sexual fulfillment with her abilities.