Ever since my recent affairs with Sister Caroline and the girl next door ended, I'd been feeling a little down. Both relationships had been intense and rewarding, but just as they'd gotten interesting, both women had abruptly left me to return to their previous lives. I was wary of putting my heart on the line for another relationship, but I also missed having an intimate connection with a stimulating partner. It had been weeks since I'd felt the tender touch of another woman, and I was getting more antsy with each passing day.
One particularly lonely night, I sat down in front of my computer and began searching for a new outlet. I considered trolling some of the familiar online dating sites, but this time I wanted something more dependable—more safe. For the next little while, I wanted to take love out of the equation, while still finding someone who'd be interested in maintaining a continuing relationship. A fuck-buddy, for want of a better word. A friend with benefits.
I typed in the search words where to find intimacy without commitment. The usual hookup-oriented sites such as Ashley Madison, Plenty of Fish, and Craigslist came up, along with a bunch of threads discussing the pitfalls of engaging in a sexual relationship with close friends. But near the bottom of the listings was a link to an unusual website named NextGen Personal Robots: experience the latest advance in artificial intelligence.
Intrigued, I clicked on the link and a website came up with a video showcasing one of their robots. When I clicked the Play button, my jaw practically dropped to the floor. A gorgeous, superrealistic cyber robot looked into the camera and began talking. I leaned closer to the screen, hardly believing my eyes. If it wasn't for her handler flipping a switch behind her head, briefly pausing and reanimating her, I'd be hard-pressed to believe it was anything other than a real person. Her mouth moved fluidly in concert with her natural speech while her skin stretched and wrinkled like a normal person as her eyelids blinked periodically.
"Hello, my name is Scarlett," she said in a sexy voice. "I'm the newest creation of NextGen Robots, designed to satisfy all of your desires. I can do just about anything a real person can do—and a few extra special things they can't."
When the robot licked her lips with her realistic, fleshy, moist tongue, my pussy responded involuntarily with a surge of heat and wetness.
"Come down to see me and experience what it's like to touch and caress the woman of your dreams,” the sexy robot said. “I'm available for private appointments or hourly outcalls. If you like what you see, you can even take me home as your permanent companion. Read the terms and conditions below, or click on the other links to see more videos of my sibling robots. I hope to see you soon!"
For the next hour or so, I clicked on every single video on the website, marveling at how realistic and multifaceted the robots were. There were male, female, and transgender robots with a variety of hair, skin, and eye colors. But every one of them was absolutely stunning and humanlike. It wasn't just their faces that were perfect—their figures were also meticulously carved and measured to reflect the ideal body type. All of the women had shapely, realistic breasts, narrow waists and curvy, tight asses.
Even their muscles flexed gently when they walked and waved their arms. But when they revealed what was under their clothes, I was floored. They all had anatomically correct openings that looked as realistic as any real person's. When their minders gently inserted a life-size dildo into their mouths, pussies, and anuses, the eight-inch phallus disappeared entirely into the cavities, only to emerge glistening with translucent lubrication. Even the men's and transgender robot's penises looked realistic, with full flaccid-to-erect animations.
How can they reproduce such a realistic simulation of a live person? I thought. It must cost a fortune to create a working robot with such authentic animations.
As I continued toggling through the videos, I spread my robe apart and began to play with my tingling clit. There was something about the idea of having an anatomically correct robot catering to my every sexual whim that I found incredibly arousing. As I watched each of the different models walking, talking, and simulating sex acts, I fantasized about what I wanted to do with each one.
But there were still many unanswered questions.
Could the robots learn what I liked? Did they respond uniquely to each person based on their individual input? Could they carry on a realistic two-way conversation? Were they programmed to feel pleasure also?
The more I thought about it, the more obsessed I became with the idea of trying one of these out for myself. After I orgasmed for the third time that night imagining myself getting licked and fucked by my personal favorites, I finally clicked on the link for rates. In-house appointments started at $200 per hour with a $500 deposit, and outcalls started at $500 per hour, requiring a $5,000 deposit. Ownership fees were listed as 'available upon consultation', but I figured it would be in the five- if not six-figure range for such a sophisticated mechanical device.
That's steep to be sure, I thought. But not exorbitant considering what you're getting. Where else can you get no-strings, no-conditions, no-expectation sex with someone who looks like a supermodel for the price of a good dinner or a luxury car?
I simply had to try one of these for myself, but not before I came for a fourth time that evening. As I watched a pretty redheaded cyber robot sensuously lick her lips, I pressed my favorite animated sex toy deep inside my pussy, shaking uncontrollably...
