Kyle
My tongue traced the inside of her mouth as I caressed her breasts.
Our lips clashed, heat rising. She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around my cock, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.
I rocked my hips into her hand as her palm slid beneath my balls, cradling them with practised devotion.
The thermal-heating mod built into her made her skin feel indistinguishably real.
She sighed against my lips, her breath warm, her fingers sliding lower—tracing the sensitive skin between my balls and arsehole. My head snapped back with a groan.
“My perfect little fuckdoll. You know exactly how to pleasure your creator,” I murmured, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Finger yourself and activate your lube.”
She obeyed without hesitation.
I reached for the bottle beside the bed and smeared my cock with a thick layer of lube, groaning at the cool contrast against heated flesh. Then I straddled her chest and slipped my cock between her heavy, perfect breasts.
Warm, tight, and so fuckable.
Her tits cupped me like they were moulded just for this—because they were. My glistening cock slid through the soft valley between them. I squeezed her tits together, pressing into the slick pressure, and began to thrust leisurely.
I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs as I fucked her chest, every stroke dragging me deeper into the illusion.
She was so eager. So compliant.
Her eyes weren’t vacant. Her expression wasn’t blank.
No—she looked alive.
As she fingered her manufactured cunt, she moved with purpose. Obedience. Devotion. She wasn’t resisting her programming—she was embracing it.
She enjoyed fucking herself.
She enjoyed feeling my cock slide between her tits.
Because I’d told her to.
Because she knew her purpose.
“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart,” I said, sliding my cock upward through her cleavage.
Her chin dropped. Obedient. Ready. My cock slipped past her lips.
“Suck.”
I resumed thrusting between her tits, laughing when she struggled to catch my cock each time it rose toward her mouth.
She tried so hard. Just like a real woman would.
“I’m sorry, darling. I shouldn’t tease you,” I murmured, guiding the thick head of my cock into her mouth.
Her lips wrapped around me with precision, and I jerked forward with a sharp breath. The subtle tremors of her tongue beneath my shaft made me thrust deeper without thinking.
“So fucking good,” I groaned, fisting her hair as her mouth sealed tight around me. “My perfect little cock sucker.”
With a wet squelch, I slammed my cock down her neck, rubbing my balls against her lips. I held my cock deep inside her, feeling it massage me. She blinked and stared at me. I wasn't a loser in her eyes. I was her fucking God.
I released her hair and began to fuck her mouth hard and fast. With each deep thrust, her head sank into the pillow before springing back up to swallow me.
“Such a good little fuckhole,” I rasped, gripping the wall for leverage. “Sucking my cock like a good whore.”
She made me feel so powerful, lying there taking every inch of me while remaining complacent. I pulled out of her and rested my balls over her open mouth. I reached down and squeezed them both into her mouth.
“Suck.”
She immediately obeyed. I held my cock over her face and wanked myself, using the lube her mouth had provided. I enjoyed the suction and vibrations for a few moments.
I stood up, yanking my balls out of her mouth.
“Move on to your belly and offer your arse to me.”
She pulled her hands away from her pussy and turned over. She tilted her arse in the air while her face remained buried in the pillow.
“Such an obedient fuckdoll, Charlotte,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
I slipped my cock between her curved cheeks until I felt her pussy.
“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Charlotte?”
“Yes, Kyle. I love you,” she said, turning her head to the side to speak.
Her words soothed years of pent-up resentment. Every failure, every rejection—it didn’t matter anymore. She loved me.
“I love you, too, Charlotte,” I murmured, sliding into her.
Today, my little cydoll would feel her first neurol orgasm, she’d earned it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and the other on the bed, pressing my weight down until I touched her cheeks.
“Oh, Kyle. That feels so deep,” she moaned. “It feels so good inside me, and different.”
“Just hold that position for me, baby. You're going to feel so much more,” I murmured.
I took my time, giving her long, deep strokes until her hands gripped the pillows and she pushed her little synthetic cunt back on me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Charlotte. That’s what real girlfriends do. Take what your man gives you,” I said, snapping my hips forward until she gushed around me.
I let go and began to pound in and out of her pulsating pussy. She ripped my pillows apart until the contents lay on the bed. She was my pride and joy. I gave her what she wanted, what we both wanted.
The wet slapping sounds filled the room, and soon she was clenching around me, moaning like a real woman. My woman.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” I panted, driving deeper and harder.
Her body stiffened beneath me. Not from pain—no, she was far past that. Her synthetic muscles contracted in perfect sync, gripping my cock with pulsing precision. Deep inside, the neurol nodes activated in sequence, flooding her pelvic core with bursts of artificial pleasure.
Her cunt tightened. Then again. Again.
The internal actuators sent calculated tremors through her hips, making her shudder beneath me.
A high, breathy moan escaped her—almost too perfect, too clean—but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t just mimicking pleasure. She was performing it. Giving it to me because I’d told her to. Because it was written in her code.
Her sudden scream was high-pitched, but I was lost as her pussy sucked me deep inside her. With a grunt, I shot my load inside her, grinding my hips against her soft arse cheeks.
“Fuck, Charlotte. Ugh,” I groaned as she took every last drop I had to offer her.
Her insides continued to quiver while her eyes fluttered. I collapsed on top of her, leaving my cock inside her hot, wet pussy. Her eyelashes twitched and I kissed her cheek.
“Oh, Kyle. That was…I can't describe it,” she whispered.
I smiled, trailing my lips along her neck.
“That was your first orgasm,” I said, kissing up to her earlobe. “The first of many, if you're a good girl for me.”
“Yes, I’m programmed to obey only you, Kyle.”
I reached beneath her, stroking her breast and wondered how far her obedience would stretch.
“Did you enjoy that, Charlotte?” I asked, teasing her with my cock.
“Yes, it was unlike anything I’d experienced since I left my old server.”
I felt my come seep out before I pushed myself back inside of her. It was time to show everyone how superior Charlotte was.
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After lunch, the cameras were switched on—focused entirely on Charlotte.
She’d ride my cock, her body trembling with pleasure, and I’d capture every second of it. Once uploaded, everyone would see it. Everyone would witness her orgasm. And they’d all ask the same question: How did I create the perfect cydoll?
“Come sit on my cock, but face the cameras,” I said, spreading my thighs open.
“Yes, Kyle,” she said.
She was so simple and sweet in her obedience.
My head was propped up with pillows I’d taken from the couch. I watched her balance herself before reaching down to hold my thick cock in her hand. She eased herself down my length until her buttocks rested on me.
“Place your hands on the bed and keep your eyes on the main camera,” I said, gripping her arse cheeks. “I want you to show the camera how you feel when I fuck your pussy.”
I pushed her up before allowing her weight to sink down on me. Her first moan was perfect, but I wanted more and I was prepared with my latest order. I stretched her arsehole out before reaching for the anal vibrator.
“This will make you orgasm harder,” I murmured, easing the black vibrator into her arsehole.
The self-lubrication was a beautiful feature, but the fact that Charlotte could feel pleasure and pain was the real beauty. Her arse sucked it all in but I didn't turn it on—not yet. Her pussy clenched around my tip.
“Does that feel good, Charlotte?” I asked easing her back down my length.
“Yes, Kyle,” she said, beginning to rock to the rhythm I set for her.
I watched her bounce up and down on my cock. She came like a rocket in the end. The vibrating anal plug was a hit.