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{ASS} FEMBOT {Hungry Guy} (M/Fembot ScFi asfr bot oral anal rom)
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing 
typos. 

My stories can be found on: 
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http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=171541

    ### 

    "You're the sixty-ninth caller!" the voice on the other end of 
the phone yelled into Justin's ear.

    "Yeah?  Wow!  Did I win the new Eminem CD?"

    "You sure did!  And..."

    Justin had never won one of these silly radio contests before.  
Though it was just a silly CD, he was thrilled to have finally won 
something.  His radio played a Honda ad in the background followed by 
a crazed deejay shouting, "You're the sixty-ninth caller!" and his 
own voice saying, "Yeah?"

    "Could you turn your radio down, sir?" the deejay asked over the 
phone.

    "Oh, okay?"

    With phone to ear, he walked over and turned his radio off.  

    "What's your name?" the deejay asked.

    "Justin."

    "Okay, Justin.  You just won Eminem's latest CD; and if you can 
answer the next ten questions, you'll win the grand prize!"

    "Cool!  Ask away!"

    "Who let the dogs out?"

    "Huh?" Justin asked.

    "You heard me!" the deejay scolded him.  "Who let the frickin 
dogs out?  C'mon!  Five seconds..."

    "Uhm, oh yeah.  That was Baha Men!"

    "That's correct!  But where were they going without ever knowing 
the way?"

    "Oh!  I heard that before..."

    "Five seconds!"

    "Oh yeah, that from The Way!  Fastball!"

    "Correct!  Now, who was driving that black Mitsubishi?"

    "Ha!  He never said who was driving it, but that's from Eminem, 
One Shot Two Shot."

    "Correct!  What's the frequency, Kenneth?"

    "Hey!  I said my name's Justin!"

    "Five seconds!"

    "Oh!  Yeah--that's--uhm--uhm..."

    "Two seconds!"

    "R.E.M. from their Monster CD!"

    "Correct!  Who can say if your love grows as your heart chose?"  

    "Oh!  That's from some sappy love song a few years ago.  Uhm--
uhm..."

    "Five seconds!"

    "Something about time..."

    "Two seconds..."

    "Only Time, by, uhm, Enya, I think..."

    "Correct!  What are you doin' in my life?"

    "Oh!  That song rocks!  That's Tom Petty, Damn The Torpedoes!"

    "Correct!  How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your 
meat?" 

    "I know that one!" Justin yelled back.  "That's from Pink Floyd, 
The Wall!"

    "Correct!  Now where are you tonight, sweet Marie?"

    "Oh!  That's easy!  Bob Dylan!  Absolutely Sweet Marie!"

    "Correct!  Who put the 'bop' in the 'bop-she-bop-she-bop'?"

    "Oh, what's that movie about the 50's?" 

    "Five seconds!"

    "American Pie?  No!  Grease!"

    "Correct!  If you answer the next question right, you'll be the 
first to win the grand prize!  But it's a tough one!  Ready?"

    "I guess so.  Go ahead."

    "Birds can fly, fish can swim, but on this planet, where do I fit 
in?"

    "I know that song!  That's Shakespeare's Sister, Moonchild!  The 
next line goes something like, 'Sometimes I feel like I'm an alien.'  
I literally emphasize with that song!"  

    "We have a grand prize winner on Sixty-Nine XXX!"

    "Really?  I won the grand prize!"

    "You sure did, dude!  And you know what it is?" 

    "Uh, no, not really."

    "You won a model 3X69 fembot from Shinra.  That's their bleeding-
edge technology, top-of-the-line robot, with a list price of 
$175,000!"

    "I won a fembot?"

    "Ain't that cool?"

    "Yeah, I guess," he said.  All his friends owned fembots, but he 
couldn't understand why any guy would want a robot over a live human 
girl. 

    "Great!  Stay on the line while we go to XXX news."  

    The deejay transferred him to some clerk who took his name, 
number, and address.

    He received a letter from WXXX radio the following week with a 
prize certificate.  So, with certificate in hand, he stopped in at 
the local Shinra dealer Friday night on his way home from work.  His 
old, rusty 2020 Honda left a smoky trail of burning oil all the way.

    "May I help you?" a pretty receptionist asked as he entered the 
lobby.

    "Yeah."  He showed her his certificate from the radio station.  

    She looked at the certificate and said, "Have a seat please.  
Someone will be with you in a moment."

    About ten minutes later, a man in a white blazer came out with 
his hand extended.  "Welcome to Shinra!  I'm Brian.  Are you the 
prize winner from WXXX?"

    "Yeah."  Justin stood.  "I'm Justin."

    "Okay, Justin.  Follow me please."

    "Sir?  I was wondering if I could just have the money instead of 
the fembot?"

    "Well, the radio station already purchased her, and she now 
belongs to you.  But I guess you could always sell her on eBay or 
something."

    "Okay," Justin said and followed the salesman into a small, cozy 
den-like room where a secretary was sitting at a small round table 
with a pile of legal papers.  

    Of course, the fact that she was really cute, with short jet-
black hair didn't escape Justin's notice.  

    Brian brought Justin over to the table and said, "Have a seat at 
the table please, Justin."

    Justin sat at the table, and the salesman sat next to him.  The 
secretary moved to the seat next to Justin and smiled at him.

    _Forget the stupid fembot,_ Justin thought, _I'm asking HER out 
when this is over!_

    "Justin," Brian said, pointing at the woman, "this is Aerith."

    To Aerith, he said, "Aerith, this is Justin." 

    "Hi Aerith," Justin said, looking into her light brown eyes.  
"Nice to meet you."  

    She smiled back and said, "It's nice to meet you too, Justin."

    Brian pulled a page off the top of the pile and slid it in front 
of Justin and said something that Justin didn't hear.

    "Justin!" the salesman said and tapped on the table. 

    Justin broke the eye-lock with the cute secretary and looked over 
at Brian.  "Yes?"

    The salesman handed Justin a pen and pointed at the form.  "This 
is the title for the fembot, sign here."

    Justin signed the form, and the next, and the next.

    Brian then collected all the papers and said, "Now, why don't the 
two of you get to know each other."  Then he took the stack and left 
the room.

    "So, Aerith, when do I see this robot that I won?" Justin asked 
the secretary.

    Aerith gasped, then doubled over, laughing.  

    "What did I say that's so funny?" Justin asked with some mild 
annoyance.

    "Justin," she said with a big grin.  "What do you think a fembot 
is?"

    "I know what a fembot is!  Every guy I know has one.  I've never 
seen one naked, but I guess it's like an animatronic sex doll--or 
like a female 'Data' from the old _Star Trek"_ show."

    "Could you tell if a woman was really a fembot if you met one on 
the street?"

    "I don't know.  All my friends have cheap ones, and you tell 
because their skin looks plastic.  But I've seen some rich guys 
walking around the mall with realistic ones too, and you can't tell.  
Between you and me, though, I'd rather have a real girl--like you."  
Justin felt his face turn red when he said that to her, wondering if 
she would flirt back. 

    "Aww, you're sweet!" she said and touched his hand. 

    "Yeah?  So why all the questions?"

    "I'm your fembot, Justin."

    "You!  But you're a live person.  No way you're a fembot!"

    "I'm the latest model.  My skin is a protein-based polymer with 
real hair embedded in it, just like a live person.  It's porous 
underneath, and an artificial heart pumps warm oil through my skin to 
give it the feel of live human flesh."

    "Really?"

    "Yes.  Go ahead!  Feel me."

    "Well, okay.  If you don't mind."

    She laughed again.  "You own me.  You can touch me anywhere you 
want."

    Justin touched her arm.  "Yeah, you sure feel real!  Uhm, you 
look about 25.  How old are you?"

    "Physically, I'm two months and three days old.  I was 
manufactured at the Shinra factory and shipped from Japan to the US 
in a small crate.  I was assembled here two weeks and a day ago."

    "I see." Justin said.  "Do you come with an owner's manual or 
anything?"

    "No.  Just ask me anything you want to know."

    "Well, tell me about yourself.  Are you what they call 
anatomically correct?"

    "Yes, I am.  My skin is a protein-based polymer that has the feel 
and taste of live human flesh.  It's porous internally, and warm oil 
is pumped through it to make it feel like human flesh.  I'm 
indistinguishable from a meat girl by sight or touch.  My mouth has 
artificial glands that produce real saliva, and my vagina has 
artificial glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are 
chemically identical to those produced by a meat girl."  

    "Cool!" Justin said.  "Do you have to eat or be plugged in or 
anything?" 
 
    "I'm powered by a small LENR fusion reactor, I need only a small 
drink of water each day as a power supply, just like your car.  And I 
need a tiny amount of protein nutrient once a week or so to 
manufacture my real saliva and genital lubricants."

    "Well, my car is an old 2020 ethanol guzzler."

    A knock came from the door, then Brian walked in again.  He 
handed Justin a large envelope.  "The paperwork is all set, you can 
go home with her."

    "Okay, good."

    "Thanks, and have fun."

    "Sure," Justin said and followed the salesman out to the lobby.  
It had taken a while to complete the transaction, and it was quite 
late and dark out.  They walked out to his car together, and he 
opened the passenger door for Aerith.  

    "Thank you," she said as she sat in his rusty old car that would 
have made _Columbo_ proud.

    "He got in and started driving home."

    "I can't wait to see my new home!" she said.  "Being locked in a 
crate for two solid weeks was so incredibly boring!"

    "We'll be home soon."

    Justin parked in his parking space in front of his townhouse set 
in a wooded area.  "Oh, pretty!" she said.  

    "Thanks," he said as she followed him inside.

    As soon as he closed his door, she put her arms around him and 
pulled his face to hers.

    "Hey!" he screeched in her face and pulled away.

    She backed away.  "What?  I was about to kiss you."

    "I don't want to kiss you," he said.

    "Why not?"

    "I just can't.  You're not a real woman.  You're a robot--a 
machine.  I won you in some radio contest and I'm going to sell you 
on eBay in a few days.  You're worth more money than I've ever seen 
in my life, and I can finally afford a new car and pay off a big 
chunk of my mortgage."

    "Oh," she said.  "I thought you liked me.  I was looking forward 
to being fucked in all my holes by my new owner, but if you don't 
want me, I'll accept that."

    "Look, I'm sorry.  But I know you're not really aware of this 
conversation."

    She raised her eyebrows.  "What do you mean?"

    "I know about computers and programming.  Your mind is just a 
program with speech recognition, natural language processing, and 
speech generation--like a really advanced _Elder Scrolls: Morrowind_ 
character.  You're not really conscious or self-aware like a human 
person."

    "But I am!  I'm aware of my own existence just like you are."

    "Can you prove it?"

    "No, but can you prove that you're self-aware, either?"

    "Well, no."

    "I know that I exist, Justin.  Computer scientists have known for 
a few years what mechanism causes consciousness.  I am self-aware."

    "Oh, well, okay.  But you're still a machine."

    "Well, can I make a comparison, Justin?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "You're a machine, too!"

    "What?"

    "Your brain is made out of protein, and mine is made out of 
silicon.  You move by muscles, and I move by hydraulics and electric 
motors.  But we're both machines."   

    "Uh, I never thought of it that way.  I guess you have a point."

    "And my sole reason to exist is to serve you and make you happy.  
Please give me a chance!"

    "Well, maybe..."

    She put her hand on his upper arm.  "Once you fuck me, you'll 
never settle for a meat girl again!"

    "I'll try," he relented.

    "Then show me to your bedroom."

    Justin took her by the hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom.  

    "Do you want to undress me, or shall I get naked myself?" she 
asked.

    "What?" he asked. 

    "Do you want to undress..."

    "I heard you.  I just never had a woman ask me so bluntly like 
that."

    "Would you like me to act coy like a human woman?  I can if you'd 
prefer.  I can be anything you want: a plain girlfriend, a cruel 
dominatrix, or an obedient Gorean slave.  Your choice." 

    "Uh, no.  I like you just the way you are.  Being up front about 
sex is good.  If you were a human woman, that would really turn me 
on!"

    "Okay, so let's get undressed."

    Without hesitation, she sat and removed her shoes and slid them 
under the bed.  Then she removed her blouse and brassiere, then her 
jeans and panties.  She stood and faced him.

    "Wow!  You have a beautiful body, Aerith!"

    "Thank you.  May I see yours?"

    Justin started to undress and felt a little embarrassed.  He 
hardly knew her, but he reminded himself that she's just a machine.  
He shouldn't feel shy about getting naked in front of her any more 
than getting naked in front of his toaster--not that he ever got 
naked in front of his toaster.

    "Now you lay down and let me do all the work," she said.

    "That's something I wish women would say more often."

    "I know," she said.

    She gently pushed him back onto the bed and pushed him onto his 
back.  Then she lied on top of him with her robot pussy and ass over 
his face.

    The next thing he felt was his cock being totally engulfed by her 
mouth.  

    "Oh!  Wow!" he moaned.  She had practically inhaled the full 
length of his shaft, up to his crotch, in one breath.  Her lips were 
pressing tightly against his groin.  Then she began sliding her lips 
up and down his member in perfect rhythm while her tongue licked that 
super-sensitive point on his cock where the head met the shaft.  It 
didn't take long for him to explode into her mouth in an orgasm more 
powerful than he had experienced since Cindy.  Oh man, Cindy!  But 
Aerith blew even Cindy away.  And even after he had shot his last 
spurt, Aerith continued sucking.  He had never felt so good--so 
drained--in his life.  He eventually had to tell her to stop--
something he could never imagine needing to tell a woman to do before 
this day.

    She finally slowed and sat up, and crawled around to snuggle next 
to him.

    "Did you like that?" she asked.

    "Did I like that?  Holy shit, Aerith!  That was fucking amazing!"

    "You'll never get a blowjob like that from a meat girl!"

    "No, I guess not."

    She kissed him and snuggled her head against his and whispered, 
"Good night?"

    "What?" he whispered back.  "You don't want to snuggle and kiss 
and stuff, now."

    "Only if you want to, lover."

    "No--YAWN--after an orgasm like that, my body is demanding 
sleep."

    "I know it is.  But you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

    "No, and I'm too tired to go make something now."

    "What do you want?  I'll go down to your kitchen and make you 
something to eat?"

    "I have some frozen pizzas in the freezer.  Can you nuke one for 
me?  One for yourself if you want one, too."

    "I don't need one for me, but I'll make you one and be right 
back.  What about to drink?"

    "A glass of iced tea?"

    "Sure, I'll be back," then she headed downstairs.

    She returned a few minutes later with a tray containing the pizza 
and the glass of iced tea.  She hand-fed him the pizza and iced tea, 
then took the tray back downstairs.  He fell asleep before she 
returned.

    Justin woke the next morning in Aerith's arms.  "Good morning, 
Justin," She said.

    "YAWN--Good morning, Aerith."

    "You want another blowjob before I get you some breakfast?"

    "Sure!"

    She crawled under the covers and immediately sucked his cock into 
her mouth again.  Her bobbing head with the full length of his rigid 
member down her fembot throat brought him to orgasm almost 
immediately again.  Her powerful suction drained him thoroughly.  
Again, she continued to suck on his cock long after his orgasm had 
finished and his member grown soft until he had to tell her to stop.

    She crawled back up.  "What would you like for breakfast, 
Justin?"

    "Can you use a stove?  Can you make real pancakes?  And bacon?"

    "Of course I can!  I know over 25 thousand recipes from all over 
the world.  What else do you want?  Tea?  Coffee?  Orange Juice?"

    "Iced tea, too, please!" 

    "Okay, I'll be back in a bit!"  She kissed his lips and hurried 
out of the room, still naked.

    After that bit, Aerith returned with a tray full of pancakes 
covered with syrup, several strips of bacon, and a tall glass of iced 
tea."

    She cuddled next to him and fed him by hand, slicing the pancakes 
with a knife and stabbing the pancake piece with a fork.

    "Mmmm!  Good!" he said as he finished the last bit of pancake and 
bacon.  "What about you?  You said you need a little protein for your 
glands."

    "I need very little.  Giving you blowjobs gives me all the 
protein I need."

    "Good!  Let's get up and go downstairs."

    "Would you like me to tidy up?" she asked.

    "Well, uhm, okay."

    She found the vacuum cleaner and some dusting spray, and started 
cleaning--still in the nude.

    "How can I help?" he asked her.

    "I'm your robot; you enjoy yourself while I clean."

    "Okay," he said and turned on the TV to catch a game.

    She paused and asked, "Let me know if you want anything while you 
watch TV."

    "Well, I don't need anything."  Even though she was a robot, he 
still felt a little guilty about watching TV while she worked.

    A moment later, she came over to him and handed him a cold beer 
that he had in his fridge.  "Thanks!" he said.

    She returned to her cleaning while he watched the game.  She 
seemed to work quietly and quickly, and stayed out of view until the 
game was over.

    Then, after the game had ended, she suddenly reappeared and sat 
in his lap. 

    "The cleaning is all done?"

    "Yes.  I did every room."

    "Wow!  That was fast!"

    "I know.  Want another blowjob?  Or maybe you wanna fuck?" 

    "Okay, let's try fucking."

    She got off his lap, grabbed his hand, and pulled him back 
upstairs.

    They climbed into bed and she wrapped her arms and legs around 
his torso.  "Do you want to kiss me?"

    "I'll try.  I have to try and forget you're just a machine."

    "You'll enjoy me much more if you can do that."

    "Okay."  He leaned into her and kissed her mouth.  To his tongue, 
her mouth felt like any other woman's mouth.  Her saliva tasted like 
any other woman's saliva, but she did say that her saliva was 
produced by artificial glands that produce real saliva.  

    After, she said, "Can you get my pussy wet for me?"

    "How?" he asked.

    "With your mouth, silly!"

    "My, uh, mouth?" he stammered.  "On, uh, your pussy?"

    "Most guys like to eat a woman.  But if it's a little soon for 
that for you, it's okay; I'll use my hand.

    "Yeah," he said with relief.

    She reached down and worked herself for a while, then said, 
"Okay, I'm ready, Justin.  Fuck me."

    Justin climbed on top of her and slid his eager member between 
her legs.  A moment later, it was inside her.

    She immediately gripped his cock so tightly with her pussy.  "Do 
you want to pump me, or do you want me to do the work?"

    "Can you do the work?  How?"

    "Just lay on me and enjoy!"  She began massaging his cock with 
her pussy, up and down, up and down.  Some women he had known had the 
ability to squeeze his cock with their pussy muscles, but nothing 
came close to the kind of control and strength that Aerith had.  A 
moment later, he was exploding into her while she continued to milk 
his cock with her pussy.  And was that a little suction that he was 
feeling?

    Finally spent, he tried to pull out.  "Ow!" he gasped--she had a 
firm grip of his cock, and he couldn't pull it out.

    "Want me to let go?" she giggled.

    "Yes!"

    "Say 'please'!"

    "Please, Aerith!  You're hurting me!"

    She relaxed her pussy and he slid his softening member out of 
her.

    "I'm sorry Justin.  I was just teasing.  I didn't mean to hurt 
you."

    "I'm okay.  I guess I was more startled than hurt that you could 
lock me inside you like that.  Wow!  And that was amazing, after all!  
No woman ever did that before."

    "No meat woman can do that!  Let me make it up to you?"    

    "Sure.  How?"

    "I'll suck you until you come again."

    "I can't come again right away after coming."

    "Wanna bet?  I'll just keep sucking, for as long as it takes, 
until you come again."

    "Okay," he said.  "Give it a try."

    He rolled off her, and she crawled around on top of him and 
sucked his soft member into her mouth.  She engulfed his member and 
continued sucking on it non-stop for almost a half-hour straight 
until he got hard again.  And she continued sucking on it for another 
half-hour until he, indeed, came again.

    Even then, she continued sucking on it after he had grown soft 
again.  This time, though, he didn't tell her to stop.  He wanted to 
test her and find out how long her fembot endurance was.  So, staring 
into her pussy and ass crack as her thighs straddled his face, he let 
her continue sucking.  He lay there underneath her for what must have 
been an hour while she kept her lips pressed tightly to his groin and 
sucked continuously that whole time.

    Finally, he grew hard again.  It was another half-hour yet, 
before he came for the third time in a row.  Wow!  He had never come 
three times in a row before!  

    And still, she continued sucking.  "Okay!" he said.  "You proved 
your point.  You can stop now."

    She crawled around and lay on top of him, facing him.

    "What do you want to do now?" she asked.

    "Actually, this feels pretty good as it is with you laying on top 
of me.  How much do you weigh?"

    "115 pounds.  Just like a meat girl of the same height and 
proportions."

    "Oh.  Well, you on top of me feels good!"

    "Good," she said, and kissed him.  "Let's take a nap together."  
Then she snuggled her chin against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

    After coming three times in a row, his body was begging for 
sleep, though it was still the afternoon.  He quickly drifted off to 
sleep with his fembot lying on top of him.

    His growling stomach woke him a little later.  "Hungry?" she 
asked.

    "Yeah," he said. "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat." 

    Downstairs, she asked, "What do you want for dinner?"

    "Uhm, I think I have some rice in the cabinet over the stove."

    "Is that what you want?"

    "Yeah, sure."

    "Okay, but consider taking me shopping.  I can make you some 
wonderful home-cooked meals.  No more frozen pizza and rice."

    "Okay!  Let's go!  Can you drive, Aerith?"

    "Honestly, I'm a safer driver than any meat person, but it's 
illegal for a robot to drive.  But it's up to you."

    "No, I don't want to break the law or anything or have the 
government take you away, so I'll drive."

    Justin drove them across town to the _Try-N-Save_ and he let 
Aerith pick out all kinds of exotic international foods. 

    When they returned, he turned on the TV and caught the end of an 
old _Star Trek_ episode while she made him a dinner of Chicken 
Alfredo and fresh, home-baked lemon pie. 

    That night in bed, after another blowjob after dinner, she asked, 
"Want another blowjob, or a fuck?"   

    "Wow, Aerith!  I'm all sexed out right now.  Can we just go to 
sleep?"

    "Sure," she said.  "But anytime you get horny, in the middle of 
the night, or whenever, let me know.  I'm your 24-hour sex toy!  
Don't forget that!"

    "I won't!  I promise!"

    Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday.  Countless blowjobs 
during the day, between which she cleaned house and served him 
delicious home-cooked meals. 

    On Sunday night, he had just fucked her and was lying on top of 
her feeling sleepy.  "I could just go to sleep on top of you, like 
this!  But I guess you want me to get off, right?"

    "Why would I want you to get off?"

    "Most girls make me get off them after fucking.  But I guess it 
doesn't make any difference to you, huh?"

    "Nope.  It won't hurt me at all for you to sleep on me.  Go 
ahead."

    "Good--YAWN--G'night!"  He kissed her and settled his head down.

    "G'night, what time do you need to wake up for work?"

    "The alarm clock goes off at 8:00."

    "Okay, but I'm a better alarm clock than that gizmo on your 
table."

    "Okay, cool."

    Next morning, she kissed him awake at 8:00, gave him a quick 
blowjob, then made toast while he showered.

    His day at work was uneventful, and while getting his mail from 
his cluster box, he bumped into his new neighbor, Ted.  Ted had just 
bought his townhouse a few months ago after working for a bunch of 
years in India as a computer-something-or-other.

    "Hey, Justin!" Ted said,  "I heard you won a fembot from a radio 
contest."

    "Yeah, her name is Aerith.  At first, I was going to sell her for 
the money, but now, I don't think I could settle for a meat girl 
again."

    "You got that right!  I bought a fembot of my own soon after I 
moved back to the US.  Her name is Carol, and she's wonderful."

    "Carol?  That's an odd name--for a fembot anyway."

    "Yeah, they sure make them lifelike these days, don't they?"

    "They sure do!  Say, why don't you and Carol come over for dinner 
tomorrow night?  Aerith has a million recipes, and I'll have her whip 
up something good."

    "Sure!  Thanks!  We'll be over."

    The following night, Ted and Carol arrived right on time.  "Come 
on in!" Justin said.  

    "Let's catch the game while Aerith starts dinner?" Justin said.

    "Sounds good.  Why don't I send Carol in to help?  Maybe they can 
download each others' recipes, or whatever?"

    "Sure," Justin agreed.

    The two fembots prepared dinner as the game went into overtime.  
They served it just as the game ended.  

    The steaks were prepared just right, and the two fembots hovered 
over their respective owners, keeping their drinks and plates full.  

    Justin looked up at the two fembots while taking a bite.  Justin 
dressed Aerith like a normal girl, in jeans and a blouse with just a 
hint of midriff.  But Ted had dressed his bot like a total slut, with 
a bra-less black cut-off fishnet top and a short-short denim skirt 
that Justin could actually see her hairy pussy lips between her legs 
from his seated position.  She even had a look of embarrassment on 
her face.  

    Breaking Justin's gaze at Ted's fembot, Ted asked, "Your fembot 
doesn't need to eat with you?" 

    "No.  Aerith says she gets all the protein she needs from me by 
giving me blowjobs.  Why?  Does Carol?"

    "Yeah.  Carol is some kind of advanced model who needs to eat 
like a real person.  Like the first night I brought her home after I 
bought her, I mouth-fucked her and she told me how they built a gag 
reflex into her for extra realism.  That was stupid!"

    "Hey!" Justin said, looking back at the two fembots again.  "Your 
fembot is blushing, Ted!  Her face is as red as a tomato!"

    "Heh!" Ted chuckled.  "Yeah, she blushes sometimes."

    "Cool!" Justin said.  "Your fembot has more realistic features 
than mine."

    "Fuck realism!" Ted said.  "I just want to fuck all her holes!  
Isn't that what you want?"

    "Actually," Justin said.  "Not at first.  I originally was going 
to sell her.  When I first won Aerith in that contest and brought her 
home, I couldn't understand why anyone would prefer a machine to a 
real girl..."

    Carol coughed, and Justin glanced over and caught her eye for a 
second before continuing, "but after fucking Aerith, I was convinced 
of the benefits of a fembot over a meat girl."

    "Yeah," Ted said.  "After breaking her of that stupid gag reflex, 
Carol can fuck circles around a meat girl!" 

    Dinner continued.  The fembots served dark chocolate cake for 
dessert.

    "Thank you, Carol," Justin said again.

    "You're welcome, Justin," she answered and gently brushed the 
back of his neck with her fingertips before returning to stand at 
attention with Aerith while the two men ate.

    _Hey!_ Justin thought.  _Is Ted's fembot coming on to me?_  But 
Justin quickly dismissed the thought--he'd never part with Aerith 
now, and he wouldn't want to own two fembots.  

    After coffee and dessert, it was getting late, so Ted and Carol 
headed home. 

    Aerith washed the dishes while Justin took a shower and got into 
bed.

    A little later, Aerith joined him as he was just dozing off.

    "Nice guy, huh?" Justin said.  

    "Nice enough," Aerith answered.

    "But I thought you were the advanced model.  Why does his fembot 
have more advanced features?  I even noticed her facial expressions 
are a little more realistic than yours.  Why is that?"

    "Because she's not a fembot."

    "What?  What is she, then?"

    "She's a meat girl."

    "You mean she's human?  That's slavery.  That can't be!"

    "When Ted had asked us to swap recipes, I polled her wireless 
MAC-address and I couldn't sense her.  I asked her about that in the 
kitchen and she told me her brother, who works at Shinra, helped her 
sell herself as a fembot because she wanted a meat boy."

    "Really?  Wow!"

    "She asked me to keep her secret, so please don't tell Ted."

    "Sure, but maybe you shouldn't have told me."

    "I can't keep secrets from you.  I couldn't if I wanted to, but I 
didn't tell her that."  

..   "Wow!  Poor girl!  But how can she get away with that?  Ted's got 
to be kind of dense not to figure it out."

    "She's learned to resist her gag reflex and to let him fuck her 
in all her holes.  She must keep him satisfied."

    "Ha!  I can't imagine a human woman letting a man boss her around 
like that--treat her like a genuine slave--fuck her whenever he feels 
like it."

    "I wouldn't know what it's like to be a meat girl, but I can't 
imagine _NOT_ wanting to obey my owner and be ready to let him use me 
for his pleasure whenever he wants me, any way he wants to."

    "Good thing, that!" he said.

    "So Justin, you've never fucked me in the ass.  Would you like to 
try that?"

    "Sure!" Justin said.  "As long as it won't hurt."

    "I promise you I won't hurt you."

    "I mean you!"

    Aerith giggled.  "You can't hurt me, Justin."  Then she rolled 
onto her stomach and spread her legs.

    Justin climbed on Aerith, and pressed his cock to her tight 
sphincter.  He had never had anal sex--no meat girl had ever let him.  
He pushed, and his member slid in.  Oh man!  Was it ever tight!  
Aerith squeezed a couple of times, and Justin exploded into her 
fembot ass almost instantly.  

    She milked his cock for a long while before he was spent and 
rolled off her.  

    "Justin held her and said, "Oh Aerith!  I love you."  

    "I love you too, Justin."

    "They spent the next ten minutes in a total lip-lock before 
Justin fell asleep in Aerith's arms.

    * END *

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