Artificial Love
By
Erica Conroy
Copyright 2012 by Sarah Jones (AKA Erica Conroy)
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Artificial Love
AL's five o'clock bucked wildly. She screeched and scrabbled at him as he efficiently brought her to climax. While his client might have been completely absorbed in their sexual activity, AL's mind, and heart, were elsewhere. Unlike a real man he did not have to cast surreptitious glances toward the time-keeping device, his was inbuilt. A sex-bot would never be so obvious as to appear distracted to a client. A sex-bot could not be distracted, yet AL was. He was waiting for five thirty, his scheduled maintenance and cleaning time. The time when she came. The woman he saw every day. The one he loved. His technician. His Sally.
His five o'clock shuddered and slackened in his hold. Ding! She was done. AL waited patiently for her to disentangle herself from him and remove the neural interface which allowed him to transport her to her fantasies. She dallied in dressing, which meant she was still in his room when Sally arrived. The woman gave Sally a strange smile before she waggled her fingers at AL and let herself out.
Sally rolled her eyes, set her toolbox down and gave him a friendly pat. "Hi AL. Let's see what you need today."
AL was uncharacteristically shy when it came to Sally. Yes, he was programmed to give a woman all that she could physically want, with Sally he wanted to give her more. She was more than just his technician. She was the only woman who came into his room and did not want something from him. She had never taken advantage of him, even if he was a sex-bot. No one would have objected, not even AL. AL, however, thought this a very attractive quality in the woman. Still, he wished she would. He would show her, in the only way he knew how, how special and loved she was. If only, she would let him...
The object of his affection sighed. "What on Earth do they do to you AL? They must have teeth in there to hurt you like that."
He could not feel pain. If Sally had not pointed it out, he would have had no idea that the artificial epidermis that covered him had been damaged. As far as AL knew, there were just two states of being for him. What he felt when Sally was near and the nothing he felt when she was not.
"After all you do for them, you'd think they would show some respect," Sally continued to mutter while she worked. She fished a bottle of epidermal spray out of her toolbox and spritzed AL. The spray quickly congealed leaving the skin seamless. Next she removed her squidgy and applied the hypo-allergenic and environmentally friendly cleaning solution she always used.
AL reveled in the thorough yet gentle scrubbing from Sally. She even took extra care when washing his internal recesses. His previous technician had been an older man who did not care if AL was clean or not and half the time he used AL for pleasure, even though AL was not programmed for men. This horrible flashback was interrupted by Sally leaning precariously over him to clean his backside. AL saw his opportunity and literally grasped it.
The slight pressure on Sally's breast made her freeze. She glanced down to find AL's hand on her. His touch gentle, almost hesitant. "Well, you've never tried that before," she said and blushed, "I mean with me."
AL reached out with his other hand and cupped her. If he were real, he would be holding his breath. Waiting.
Sally bit her lower lip as she considered her precarious position. Her conclusion was that somehow AL believed she was his next appointment. Sex-bots were not her thing. She liked her men to be, well, real. AL, however, had quite the reputation and a very long waiting list. Never had she been tempted but his hesitant strokes had now become more determined. Seductive even.
AL's sensors allowed him to see her indecision. He could not let her go. Would not. Not until she knew. His processors quickly calculated his choices and executed the program he had been meticulously compiling for the past year.
She watched as AL reached for her again. This time his thumb brushed lightly across her cheek. Her eyes widened as he traced over her lower lip. She whimpered when he tightened his hold on her breast and rubbed her nipple. Before she knew it, AL had stripped her naked and she found herself straddling him.
Sally wiggled. Even though she had touched his skin countless times, he had never felt as real as it did between her legs. All she had to do now was to close her eyes and let AL's neural interface ease into her subconscious and she would experience the best sex she would ever have. She took one last look at AL, tossed aside caution and gave herself to the fantasy.
AL stood naked in front of her. Tall, strong and ruggedly handsome. Everything she was physically attracted to in a man. She reached out for him and he captured her smaller hand in his larger one. Upon it he bestowed a kiss and continued his worship slowly up her arm, all the while his smoldering gaze fixed on her.
Their first kiss was almost innocent. A quick peck before he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. He flicked his tongue over her lip and lapped at her until she opened her mouth to him, allowing it to be claimed. Their naked bodies pressed closer and his tongue made promises about what they would soon be doing when they joined in other ways. Sally moaned into his mouth and rubbed herself wantonly against his solid body.
The program that AL had originally conceived for his beloved Sally needed to be altered. She needed more. He wanted to give her more.
Sally's hands roamed over AL's chest, his shoulders and neck. Her fingers raked though his dark hair and held him there so she could have more of his mouth. He was gorgeous. He was masculine and if the hard bulge between them was anything to go by, he was big. When he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back. He dipped his head and nuzzled her breasts. She moaned when he caught her nipple and swirled his tongue around it. She thrust her chest further into his mouth, wanting more. Needing more.
AL gripped Sally by her buttocks. He did not need to hold her up, the vice-like grip of her legs held her firmly in place. His sensors told him that the moistness between her legs was at a level that signified she was ready. He would have liked to have taken more time for her, but that was something he was running out of. His six o'clock would be there soon and he did not want Sally to suffer any indignity if they were interrupted.
He pulled back and stared into her heavy lidded eyes. She knew it was time and smiled at him. Oh, how he loved her. He thanked his creators for breathing artificial life into him. They had made him for her.
AL lifted Sally slightly. He used one hand to align them and slowly eased her onto him. He held her gaze even when her eyes widened at his girth. She bit down on her lip and forced herself down the rest of the way. It was a snug fit but this was her fantasy and it was what she wanted.
AL held her in place while he withdrew. She whimpered at the empty feeling inside her. It did not last long. He thrust back into her so hard that she was the one to break eye contact. "Oh God," she breathed and waited for him to do it again.
He did not disappoint. With each thrust, Sally bounced. She dug her heels into his tight buttocks, pushing herself higher. Forcing him to make harder and longer strokes into her. She enveloped AL's head in her arms and shoved his face into her breasts. His rough simulated stubble burned her already sensitive skin.
"Don't stop," she begged of him, "Harder!"
AL obliged. He would do anything she asked, even if it went against his original programming. He pounded her, so hard that she felt as if he would split her in two. Yet, she was surprised when she came. She cried out as her body spasmed. If AL had been human, she would have strangled him during her release. Instead, he enveloped her in his arms and gently kissed away her tears.
Sally panted quietly into his perfect chest before reality, unfortunately, started to seep back in. She looked up and caught what looked like a sad smile from her fantasy before he vanished. In his place was the real-world AL. She gasped and covered her breasts. Heat flared in her cheeks and she quickly jumped from the sex-bot. Her legs wobbled but she steadied herself. She found her clothes neatly folded beside AL. She quickly threw them on, gave AL a wipe down with her squidgy and packed her toolkit.
The door to AL's room opened at the same instant Sally closed her toolkit. Sally did not even look up at his next appointment. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor.
AL's six o'clock was a newbie. A sex-bot virgin. She stood alone in the room and warily regarded the boxy contraption in the corner, wondering, how exactly was one meant to have sex with that?
AL sat in the corner of his room and waited patiently for Sally's next visit. For the next time he could show her he loved her, in the only way he knew how.
Out in the corridor Sally breathed a sigh of relief. She could not believe that she had used a sex-bot, something she had promised herself she would never do. She comforted herself that it was her last day on the job and she would never, ever be tempted again.
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