“Mr. Valcompt,
A.I. International has been in business for 35 years, and in all that time
we’ve not had one dissatisfied customer.”
“I understand
that, but… has anyone ever been able to tell?”
“Tell?”
“Yes. I’m in a high profile career and the last
thing I want is to be made a fool of in the eyes of my colleagues.”
“Unlikely sir.
There are ways to find out, but it would require intimate scrutiny and
extensive research by a very suspicious person. Our handlers have taken great
care to ensure complete legitimacy on the part of our models, so there would be
no reason for suspicion. Please Mr. Valcompt, try to relax. Everything will
work out fine. You’ll see.”
But Gregg worried.
He didn’t want to be discovered. After all, it’s not like he couldn’t attract
women. On the contrary. He was simply sick and tired of the liars, cheaters and
gold-diggers. He wanted a woman who was fun and faithful, and sexually
compatible. A.I. International seemed like the perfect solution.
The model he chose
was perfect. When he met her he was nearly knocked over by her beauty. She was outstanding,
beyond extraordinary, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a woman. But was she too perfect?
Regardless, he’d
brought her home.
“Jedra? Come
here.”
“A moment
darling!”
Darling? Shit - she
sounded like a fucking Stepford wife. Jesus, everyone was gonna know something
was up if she kept talking like that. He’d have to fix that.
But right now he
wanted to see how she handled him sexually.
He listened to her
in the kitchen, then watched as she entered the study, radiant and happy to see
him. Christ, she was sexy, and he immediately hardened as she sat in his lap at
the desk.
“What can I do for
you, darling? Do you want a drink before dinner?”
“No,” he said, sliding
his hand up her thigh and under her short black pleated skirt, “I want
Submission.”
“Oh, of course.
Here?”
“Yes. Take your
clothes off.”
Without question,
she did as she was told, and stood before him in nothing but black pumps and a leather
crotchless harness with black stockings. That harness was interesting – Gregg
had often wondered what it would be like to suck cock. Having Jedra meant he
could explore nearly every fantasy he’d ever had, without losing her, feeling
self-conscious, or falling victim to hateful gossip.
“Beautiful.” Gregg
ran his hands over her flawless skin. How he wanted to dominate her, control
her, make her scream. But the neighbours. He smiled as he wondered if there was
a mute button. But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun.
“I’m going to hurt
you.”
“Oh… not really?”
“You’re going to
love it.”
“I’m going to love
it. Yes, yes hurt me Gregg!”
Damn that was hot! Pace yourself Gregg, before you cum
in your pants.
“On the floor,” he
said, “on your back; play with yourself.”
Jedra complied,
one hand beginning to squeeze her perfect tits, the other moving in circles
over the lips of her smooth pussy. She moaned and writhed, truly seeming to
enjoy herself. When she looked at him, her eyes sparkled. Extraordinary.
He forced her
hands above her head and told her not to let go of the desk leg. He was rough
with her, listening to her whimper. But despite her fear she would comply, she
would always comply.
One of Gregg’s best
features was the above-average size of his cock, long and thick. He dropped his
pants and stood over her. He stroked it, pulled on it, waved it at her, and she
licked her lips causing a rush of excitement to thrill through him.
He kneeled,
straddling her chest and forced his cock into her mouth and down her throat.
“Too easy. Fight
me, just a little.” Immediately her throat tightened, and she squirmed and bucked,
even gagged. Perfect.
“Suck it slave,
that’s it, choke on it.” Gregg’s head fell back and his eyes closed, as his
very own goddess sucked his dick like an expert.
He looked down at
her again, watching her chest heave as she fought for the air that she didn’t
really need, even drooled from the corners of her mouth as she serviced him.
He reached back
and pinched her puckered nipples, “Fuck you’ve got nice tits,” he said, giving
one of them a slap, “nice, big tits.”
Deciding to see
what she would do on her own, he told her to let go of the desk. Continuing to
suck him, she reached around and pulled his ass cheeks apart, questing for his
asshole, tapping it. Gregg’s breathing quickened, “Mmm, Jedra – you are a sexy
little thing aren’t you?”
She managed a
muffled ‘mm-hm’ as she slid a finger inside him. His pulse raced. Christ, she
was good!
Pulling out of her
mouth, he helped her up, “Stay here,” he said, and she stood like a statue, her
head down, waiting.
Gregg returned with
a crop and moved behind her. He whacked her supple ass, and she jumped. He
wrapped it around her chest and pulled back, causing her erect nipples to
disappear into the soft pillows of flesh beneath them. He kicked her legs
apart, and shoved the crop between them, sliding it backward between her pussy
lips and up the crack of her ass.
Her head was still
down, and he grabbed her shiny auburn hair and yanked it back, whispering that
she was his, would always be his, that he could do anything to her, and she
would love it and beg for more. She nodded, trembling and he felt another rush
of excitement.
is cock pressed
into her, poked and prodded, sliding between her legs along her slit, feeling
her very realistic juices flood around it. He could even smell her. No longer
able to stand it, he threw the crop aside, pushed her roughly forward over the
desk and mounted her, fucking her hard and fast, occasionally slapping her ass.
“Scream for me!”
he commanded, and she did, her performance flawless. He yanked his cock out and
shoved it up her perfect ass, and she grunted with what sounded like pain.
After a few strokes, he fucked her pussy once more, really slamming into her as
she struggled for purchase on the edges of the desk, paperwork and other items
scattering everywhere. He enjoyed laying on the hurt a little, but it was hard
to find a woman willing to put up with it, or who was even any good at faking
it, let alone one who liked it.
She screamed
again, the sound like an aphrodisiac flowing through his veins. His orgasm was upon
him, too close to control damn it, but he was determined to see hers first,
“Cum Jedra! Cum for me! Now!”
She issued a
veritable battle cry of lust, and her body began to shake, her legs quivering
uncontrollably, her pussy tightening around his cock, squeezing his orgasm from
him in the process. The two of them moaned and groaned and panted, their juices
mixing together and dripping down the insides of her thighs.
Holy shit! He’d
never been able to let go like that before! He felt so powerful and alive!
Jedra continued to
roll her hips in a slow fuck, milking him, and he decided to test her, “Did I
please you, baby?”
“Oh yes, Gregg. I
love it when you’re rough and forceful.”
Okay, with a few
adjustments the Submission program was a keeper.
And there were so
many more: Dirty Slut, Naughty Secretary, Horny Teacher, Mistress Jedra - each
more exciting than the last. Cybernetics had come a long way in the last decade.
As for Jedra being
too perfect, he no longer cared. This was way too much fun, and he was glad
he’d chosen the Sex Slave model from A.I.’s long line of Companions. And he could
easily tweak her programming, making her more realistic and seemingly less
perfect, when he wished her to appear that way.
He turned his
attention to Jedra, still beneath him. His cock was softening, and he pulled it
from her listening to her gasp. He helped her up and turned her toward him,
giving her a deep, sweet kiss. Again, everything about it was perfect, and she
seemed to melt beneath his touch. He wondered if anyone had ever fallen in love
with an A.I. Companion.
Jedra gazed at him,
“Was that not everything you dreamed of, darling?”
“Yes, it was. But Jedra,
don’t call me ‘darling’ anymore, okay? It’s too old fashioned.”
She smiled at him,
and then looked shocked as her main program resumed, “The roast!” She quickly
gathered up her clothes and put them on as she made her way to the door of the
study and out into the hall. Gregg decided to try something.
“Jedra?”
Her voice came down
the hall from the kitchen, “Yes, my love?”
My love? He laughed and shook his head, “Never mind.”
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