2008-Mar-31 - Robot Sex

“No, damit, I said reddish-brown hair,
not red. Don’t you people know the difference.”

“There are no people, at the moment,” a
female voice said over the communication’s console, “if you would
like a human representative one can be provided…”
“No, asshole, I just want what I
ordered. I want a model TIFF-100 with reddish-brown hair, blue
eyes, a slender finger and nice firm six inch tits. Do you
understand, asshole?”
“As I have stated many times, sir, my
name is not asshole it is representative 35 at the Dolly Glorious
Corporation, providers of sexual pleasure to the…
“Yeah, whatever. Just send me what I
ordered,” Jethzippy Horaliace slapped his hand on the “contact”
button and watched the synthetic AI fade on his screen.
“Morons, the world if full of fucking
morons,” Jet seethed as he stalked his small apartment on the
439th floor. He stopped at the huge holographic window and
looked out at the city below. In reality his apartment was near
the center of his building, nearly a quarter of a mile from the
nearest window. But all apartments were treated to a holographic
view of what the outer apartments saw.
Northeastern, or what used to be known
as New York City ages ago, was a multi-layered city of contrasts.
On the bottom of the city lived the poorest people, those one
step from living in the gutters. Above the 1000th floors, up in
the sunlight, were the very rich of the city. The middle class
lived anywhere in between in perpetual darkness.

In the harbor stood the Japanese
mega-complex. Looking much like the Eiffel Tower it towered into
the sky and disappeared into space 20 or 30 miles above. Behind
it, fading off into the distance, were at least seven more
buildings just like it.
Nobody was exactly sure how tall JC1 was
since it continued to sink into the bay, but they continued to
add more stories to the huge central structure. What Jet did
know was that the complex was so tall that spaceships landed and
debarked passengers at the top of the structure in a manner
reminiscent of the Hindenburg in the first part of the 20th
century. It is said that passengers going from the uppermost
level to sea level, rode for an entire day or more in an
assortment of different elevators.
Under the sea was an entirely different
world, a world largely centered around shipping and receiving
cargo from other planets and bases around the galaxy.
As he watched a space ship rose up out
of the sea, a huge wave came crashing towards shore, but the
automatic barriers rose and protected the buildings perched atop
piers miles from the real shoreline. As he watched the old tramp
freighter struggled to pull free of Earth’s gravity, still
dripping gallons of water from it’s tail. Eventually it lit the
perpetual cloud cover formed by the greenhouse effect and glowed
as it pierced the cloudy layer and disappeared through open space
above. It was another horrible waste of earth’s resources.
There were complexes similar to the Japanese complex before him
where cargo could be lifted by elevator to platforms in space.
This was the cheapest way, of course, so they continued burning
the resources that earth so badly needed. Jet’s eyes went back
to the Japanese complex, wondering why they didn’t offer to lift
cargo into space. Didn’t they care?
“Morons,” Jet said looking at the
complex in envy. Only the elite of Japan’s citizens lived there
now to get away from the European smog that hung over Japan and
the big continent, permanently obscuring the sky and any form of
sunlight which might try to penetrate. At least Americans tired
to keep their skies, and seas clean. Little good it did since
the rest of the world did what they wanted.
Jet knew a lot about Earth’s resources
and how things worked, he was a government programmer for the
earth’s central AI, or artificial intelligence core. It was
similar to a computer, but made from tons of segmented human
brain tissue. It was believed by some that a really good
programmer could communicate with the AI in such a way that it
could solve all of Earth’s problems and dilemmas. Bull shit, Jet
thought to himself. He looked at the chronometer implanted in
the back of his hand and seethed at the delays. The TIFF-100
should have been there by now. The TIFF- 100 was the most
advanced Dolly ever made. Jet had been largely responsible for
it’s programming, thus had free access to it’s robots for life.
Dollies were used almost exclusively by Earth’s residents now.
Dollies had been invented to help stop the venereal diseases
running rampant across the Earth. They had started as a plague
in China in the first part of the 21st century, then grown
expedintially worse doubling almost daily until they threatened
the entire Earth’s population.

Dollies had made venereal diseases a
thing of the past. In fact man’s subsequent seclusion had nearly
wiped out diseases altogether.
Ping, Ping the door chime sounded. Jet
and spun and faced the entrance to his apartment. The door had
been programmed to open automatically if his Dolly appeared. He
watched as a red haired TIFF-100 sex robot entered and looked
around in mock curiosity. It was all an act, a sex robot could
not be curious.
“What’s up with the fucking red hair!”
Jet demanded, stomping up to the robot in anger. He reached for
her wig, but the insolent robot grabbed his hand and slapped it
down.
“Naughty, naughty,” she said in a silky
smooth voice. Jet was intrigued, he had never heard such a sexy,
erotic voice in a TIFF-100 before. It certainly wasn’t part of
his programming.
“Are you going to hurt me?” Jet asked,
going along with her program.
“Yes, little man. I’m going to hurt and
humiliate you. Bend down and lick my boots.”

“Are you kidding? I don’t know where
those…” SLAP Jet felt the strong hand strike his backside. It
hurt, even through his uniform. Robots were strong.
“Ow, fuck,” he complained, rubbing his
burning ass.
“Get undressed,” the robot demanded.
“I won’t.”
“Do you want me to rip your clothes off,
little man?”
“Go ahead, see if you can,” Jet said,
offering his paper uniform to the robot. She took it in her hand
and shredded it easily. She slid a rope out of her pocket and
backed him against the small bed. In a moment he was tied to the
bed, squirming in the chill air.

“You are going to eat my pussy,” the
robot demanded.
“I don’t eat robot pussy, I never know
who’s fucked it before. It could be full of cum and
diseases.”
“It is. I have a huge rubber bag inside
my abdomen where I store the nasty cum you humans put inside me.
I save it there where I make nasty little men like you drink it.
Like it or not you are going to eat me. If I don’t like the way
you eat me, I’m going to stick a hand up your ass clear up to my
elbow. Understand?”
Jet shuddered in passion. “I… I won’t
and you can’t make me you nasty little robot bitch. Come and
try.”
“Ok, have it your way,” the robot said,
placing the tips of her fingers against Jet’s asshole.
“Ok, ok, I’ll do it,” he finally said.
She jumped up, throwing a leg across his face. When Jet felt the
warmth and wetness against his face a chill ran up his spine when
he began to suspect that this robot might be a human. That was
crazy, of course, there were so many laws against human sex, that
nobody would take the chance on getting caught at it.

“You aren’t human, are you mistress?”
Jet asked tentatively.
“Don’t insult me little man or I’ll hurt
you good,” she said, feeding her pussy to his reluctant mouth.
When he turned his mouth away she grabbed his hair and turned his
head while she stuffed her pussy into his mouth. He enjoyed the
taste despite himself. In a moment he was eagerly eating the
robot while she crooned and sighed above him. His tongue probed
deep into her pussy, then stroked her clitoris. She gasped and
humped against his face.
“Enough, little man. I have a two-way
strap on dildo here that will make you scream for mercy. I am
going to fuck your brains out, little man. Do you hear me?”
“Yes mistress, fuck my brains out,” Jet
said humbly.
She untied his ankles and wrists and
made him roll over. In a moment she opened her bag and retrieved
the strap-on dildo, inserting the crooked dick into her pussy,
and leaving the straight one for Jet’s ass. She greased the head
while making erotic moans of pleasure, then climbed up on the bed
behind Jet and positioned the dildo in his ass. With a brutal
thrust of her rigid dick, she entered his ass. Jet screamed,
lowering his face to the bed. She ignored his muffled sobs and
she stroked the dildo in and out of his ass. The loose strap
allowed her own dildo to stimulate her pussy as she fucked Jet in
the ass. It was the perfect way to get things started.
“Do you like this, whore?” the robot
asked as she grunted and groaned on Jet’s back.

“Yes mistress, I like it a lot. Harder,
mistress, please.”
“I’ll give you harder, you fucking
lesbian bitch,” she said, slapping her hips against Jet’s ass.
“There, bitch, there’s your harder. Do you like that?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Will you like it enough to give me a
blowjob when I’m done?”
“What?” Jet asked in horror. He
certainly wouldn’t give her a blowjob after she had fucked his
own ass.
“You heard me slave, I want a
blowjob.”

“No way.”
“What!” she screamed, slapping him on
the back of the head.
“I said no. Now get off me bitch,” he
yelled, struggling.
“Not yet, I haven’t cum yet. I’m coming
now,” she cried, pumping his ass harder. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming
so hard,” she said and ended with a long, drawn out scream. Jet
waited patiently while she grunted in the throes of orgasm, then
lifted up to look back as she relaxed.
“My turn, let me fuck you,” Jet pleaded.

“No, I think a blowjob is in order,” she
said with a smile.

“I told you I ain’t doing that,” he said
with finality. She slapped him hard and grabbed his prick. It
was standing out like her own fake prick, but his was decidedly
smaller.
“Not you, you fucking slut, me. I’ll
give you a blowjob.”
“Ok, but no biting this time. You bit
me last time,” he complained as she sank to her knees at the side
of the bed and untied him. He sat up with a sigh and she put her
face into his lap. Jet groaned at the first contact with her hot
red lips. Again he suspected, just a little, that this robot
might be human. He shuddered at the decadence of such a
thought.
“You taste like you’ve been fucking
another robot, you little slut,” the robot said in a stern voice.
“Have you?”
“Sylvia… I mean mistress. I never get
fucked by anybody but you. Don’t stop.”
The robot bobbed her mouth up and down
on his prick as her hand stroked it’s base. Jet felt his balls
begin to burn and in a moment his hard, throbbing cock began
spewing cum into her hot, red mouth. He moaned as she drank down
his cream, then looked up at him, smacking her lips. Suddenly,
Jet was sure. This was a woman, no robot.

“Your human!” he accused, pushing
himself back on the bed until his back rested again the wall.
“Of course I am. For the first time in
over a hundred years, a human has fucked another human. How did
you like it, little man?”
“NO!” Jet’s screamed at the top of his
lungs. His eyes began to roll up into his head and saliva
dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“Oh John, that’s gross,” the woman said
with a giggle.
“My name is not John, it’s Jet,” he said
with his lips barely moving.
“If you keep it up I’m going to get a
camera and take a picture for the neighbors,” she said with a
laugh. John sat up suddenly and laughed, wiping the saliva on
the back of his hand.

“Pretty good, huh?”
“Not bad, Jethzippy, not bad at all. But
next time you can be the sex robot and I’ll be the human,” Sylvia
said, heading for the big screened flat tv to turn off the fake
city landscape they had downloaded from the internet.
“No way. I found a new picture, a
picture of an alien harem. I thought we might invite a few of
your female friends and your sisters,” John said with a sly
look.
“John, you asshole,” she started for him
with clawed fingers. Robots grew angry rather quickly, even in
the 21st century.

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