A guy wins the grand prize on a radio call in show; it’s an expensive sate of the art Fembot

“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.

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