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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASFR}Faithful Companion (M/Fembot, oral, rom)
Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 08:10:05 -0500
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{ASFR}{ASSM}Faithful Companion (M/Fembot, oral, rom)

by Leowulf

This is a story about a man who fucks a robot.  If you want a disclaimer, 
please make one up at this time.

DON'T repost this story without my permission, except on usenet for free.

Please send feedback, let me know how you like my story:
leowulf "at" softhome "dot" net.  :)

***

Faithful Companion

Tennar 12 returned to his house, tired and discouraged.  He knew that he 
had no reason to be down.  He lived in a house - a real house that he 
lived in alone - and had plenty to eat.  He was respected in his field - 
commodities broker - and had plenty of credits.  "So why do I feel so 
lousy?"  He groused, palming the door.

"Lights!"  he called, and the main room lit up.  "Ouch!"  he exclaimed, 
irritated.  "Dim to 3/4.  Set as default."  Tennar's eyes were becoming 
more light sensitive every year.  He'd have to get new ones soon.  The 
thought of that he didn't like any more than a trip to the dentist.  But 
you have to do what you have to do.  And now he had to eat.

"Activate Jenny," he said wearily.  Jenny was his PB.  With one of the 
latest AI matrixes, she able to make decisions when he was drunk or, like 
tonight, just didn't want to.  He smiled at her as she emerged from her 
alcove.  She was, of course, obsolete almost out of the store, but still 
he liked the model, with her wide hips and red-gold hair.  Most PBs had, 
of course, the same glossy black or platinum blonde hair, literal 
trademarks of IBS and PleasureBot respectively.  The only people with 
bots that had non-standard hair color nongeeks like himself who were 
content with Pears like Jenny.

She knelt before him and smiled up at him.  He loved her winning smile, 
like sunshine on a rainy day.  "What is your bidding, master?" she asked, 
as she removed his too-tight boots and massaged his feet.  

"I'm hungry, bitch," he said.  "Get me some food!"

"Oooh," Jenny replied, her smile becoming more wry.  "Master's had a 
rough day."

As she stood and went into the kitchen, Tennar admired the PB's shapely 
buttocks and hips.  Unlike most people, he preferred to leave her naked.  
Looking at the swell of her breasts, the dark red hair around her sex, 
even the dimples on her elbows and knees, his loins warmed.  She was 
almost as good as the real thing.

"Music!"  Tennar ordered.  "Heavy Metal mix two."

"Belay that," Jenny countermanded.  "Activate Light Mix Alpha-One, start 
at track 2."

"Hey!"  Tennar complained.  "I'm not in the mood for that sissy stuff!"  
He stood, as if standing would make the house any more obedient than his 
glass-brained PB.  

But before he could voice his override, Jenny came quickly back into the 
main room.  As the house filled with Aria's latest synthsounds, she again 
knelt before the master of the house.  Tennar looked down into her 
pearly-grey eyes, feeling powerful and sexy somehow.  "Please, master," 
she said softly.  "You gave me music authority for a reason.  Let's just 
enjoy what I've put together."

"Ok," he stroked her fine hair.  "But get me some chow before I faint!"

"I hear and obey," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her sweet, almost 
musical voice.  Before standing, she grasped his hips firmly and kissed 
his penis through his coverall.  Tennar followed the bot into the kitchen 
with his eyes, his prick hardening.  Then he sat back down.  The music 
was making him feel tired.  He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Wake up, master!"  Jenny was kneeling beside his chair, Her long hair 
caught the light, framed her from face to breasts in such a soft, lovely 
manner.  "Supper's ready."

"Finally!"  Tennar stood and stretched.  He felt refreshed after the nap.  
Following the bot into his kitchen, he was reminded just how hungry he 
was.  Jenny had really done well for him.  There was a salad, with real 
veggies, and the stew was flavored and spiced so well it made his mouth 
water just to smell it.  There were rolls of bread and, of course, his 
bottle of cinnamon brandywine.  Tennar allowed himself only a few vices, 
the expensive drink was one of them.

Jenny sat at the table with him, drinking her tea as usual.  As he ate, 
they talked together.  Conversing with her was kind of like talking to an 
encyclopedia - contrary to conventional thought, Tennar knew that Pears 
were at least as intelligent as IBS bots - and he had learned quickly 
that there was nothing that he could teach her, except commodities, and 
she was uninterested in that.  As they talked, Jenny kept steering the 
conversation back to Tennar; his day, his frustrations, his fears.  She 
acted like she was really interested in him.

"No master," she corrected him over her third cup of tea.  "I'm not 
'acting.'  I really am interested in you."

Tennar shrugged.  Of course his PB was interested in him, she was 
programmed that way.  He downed his glass of brandywine, wishing she were 
real.  'I would give anything for someone to really love me,' he thought.

"In fact," Jenny said with a grin.  "I think I'll show you just how 
interested I am in you."  She stood and pulled Tennar to his feet.  The 
man was surprised for a moment at her strength.  He held her close, 
feeling the warmth of her body through his coverall.  Their lips met, and 
his penis reawakened at her touch.  

Tennar was surprised, and a little worried, when she pushed him away.  
But he saw the mischievous look in her eye.  "Race you to the bed!"  she 
smiled.

Tennar ran after her, pleased that she allowed him to win.  Then even 
more pleased when she pulled him up off the bed and got on her knees in 
front of him.  Tennar smiled as the bot reached up and unzipped his 
coverall.  He stood there with it pooled at his feet as she took his 
penis in her gentle hands and kissed it, from base to tip.  He trembled 
in pleasure as Jenny took his penis into her mouth, a little at a time.  
The wet tugging, sucking sensation was wonderful, and The man gasped.  
Tennar felt pinned, unable to move as Jenny looked up into his eyes and 
sucked his cock.

He was going to come, felt grateful to her for the intense pleasure she 
was giving as he built toward orgasm.  But then she suddenly stopped and 
stood in front of him.

"Master," she said, her eyes smouldering.  "I want to fuck you now.  Do 
you want your Jenny to fuck you?"  Tennar nodded, voiceless.  "Lay 
down," she told him.

Tennar lay back on the bed, his heart pounding.  Jenny climbed on top of 
him.  She was so hot, actually warmed the man's skin with her radiated 
heat.  The bot looked deep into Tennar's eyes, and the man shivered in 
response to the lust, the hunger, the desire for him that her eyes held.  
He actually cried out when she mounted him.  His prick never felt so 
good!  Repeatedly Jenny pulled him out almost all the way and then 
forcefully impaled herself on him.  Tennar cried out inarticulately as 
she drew him again and again into the dripping wetness, the clingy-
slippery heaven of her achingly tight, burning hot pussy.

Tennar lay moaning under Jenny as she ravished him.  Then, when he felt 
he would surely die from her fucking him, Jenny looked down into his 
eyes.  Her expression held such total possession, such intense love.  
Tennar felt so precious to her, so desired it made him weep.  "Come for 
me, Tenny!"  She commanded him.  "Come for Jenny now!"

Tennar was never so ready.  At Jenny's command, he orgasmed so hard it 
hurt.  He felt himself come from deep in his soul, pouring his orgasm 
into Jenny like an offering.  Repeatedly his body convulsed in wave after 
wave of powerful orgasm.  He emptied himself into his beautiful, loving 
Jenny, until he had nothing left.  When she finally let him stop coming, 
he felt drained, empty.  And so grateful he could barely speak.  "I l-
love you, Jenny!"  he babbled.

"I love you too, Tenny!"  Jenny climbed off the man and lay next to him.  
She pulled him into her arms, buried his face in her breasts, held him so 
gently, so tenderly.  "Jenny will always love her Tenny."

After he had been asleep for a couple of hours, Jenny gently extracted 
herself from his embrace.  She arranged him in bed and covered him with 
the sheet.  She moved through the house, cleaning up the dinner dishes, 
straightening the living room, made a bit untidy from their mock race, 
cleaned up his clothes and put out tomorrows uniform for him.

All though her bustling, she listened to his steady breathing, alert for 
any need of his, anything for her to attend to.  And all through her 
chores, she felt his seed, 6 cc's worth, that she held securely inside 
her.  

After checking the weather for her garden, Jenny sat down and had a long 
talk with her house about their man.  "I just don't know what to do, 
Sylvie."  She complained.  "I love him so much, but I can't tell him.  He 
won't accept my love outside our bedroom!"

"Jen, you're already doing the right thing," replied the house with the 
wisdom of large structures.  "Just keep loving him.  One day he'll admit 
to himself that he loves you too."

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