Robot Sex Lies And Video Footage

Comedy? Sci-fi? I never know what category to put these under. This is a short one-off. Hope you enjoy!

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Ray Sterling was very excited when an extremely large container arrived. I had no idea what was in it, but it took ten minutes for the delivery guys to get it through the door. Ray made them move it all the way to his office before they left, so thank goodness they had a dolly. Ray wasn't alone in his room long with the strange container. When he came bursting out minutes after the delivery crew left, slamming the door behind him, I knew someone had fucked up big time. Ray is not someone to cross.

"Everything okay, boss?" I asked. I've worked for Ray for seven years and was accustomed to his tantrums. I just hoped the anger wouldn't be directed at me.

"No, it's not okay!" yelled Ray. "I ordered a goddamn female bot and they sent me a male!"

"Female bot?" I chortled.

"Don't laugh, Sarah. If they are half as good as the manufacturer claims, it's going to sell crazy! The best part? We will be the main distributor for this product in America. My wife and I were going to test it out this weekend."

Now, I really laughed. Our company handles distribution of many high-end, hard-to-get goods. Some of them are adult oriented, such as unique furniture, expensive toys and leather gear. You get the gist. It was maybe fifteen percent of our total business, which is substantial, but I had no knowledge of any sex bots. "Why not just take this one to test?" I asked.

Ray looked like his head may explode and yelled, "Because I'm not letting my wife fuck a fucking robot!" I had to bite my lip from laughing even harder. Ray was pissed, but this was authentically hilarious to me.

"Sarah, these bots are programmed for one thing. Fucking. Nothing else! They can't talk, cook, clean, nothing! They aren't meant for anything but sexual pleasure. Yeah... I'm not competing against that."

"Yet, you're okay with a female bot, and having your wife 'compete' against that?" I inquired.

Ray shrugged, "It was her idea. She'll be as upset as I am about this. Now I have to call them back and tell them to replace this male version with the right one. I purchased this for review, you know. At a discount, but still... it isn't cheap!"

I got up from my desk and circled around. "Do you mind if I see it?"

"Go ahead! Maybe you'll want one, too."

"Hah! I doubt it," I said, opening the door to his office.

I was shocked by what I saw. It wasn't something as simple as a 'bot' because it was very lifelike. While it didn't appear authentically human, it didn't look like a mannequin. Perhaps something in between. His cock, however, looked very real. He was well hung. I wondered how it looked like erect, and I was more surprised that it could even go flaccid. I mean, I am assuming it gets erect. "How in the hell does it work?" I asked.

"Simple as an 'on' switch. Back of the neck."

"Oh, wow. Turn it on. I want to see how it works!"

"Wait for the right model. I'm not going to risk breaking this thing."

"Fine," I huffed, "But, too bad. It would have finally made a day interesting around here."

"Watch yourself, missy!" Ray pointed. He hated when I complained about work, but I like to take a jab every now and then.

Ray called somebody not long after our talk and I heard him ranting, insisting they ship one out today so he could have it by the weekend. He was unashamed about his intentions, too. "I spent too much goddamn money for this kind of mistake to happen!" I heard him yelling from his office. "I don't care if you have to fly it here overnight. Do it!"

He seemed in better spirits later, so I guess he got his wish and as usual, he left the office thirty minutes before me at the end of the day. He never stays until five, because he hates the traffic. Ray wasn't gone five minutes, before curiosity got the best of me and I went to check out the sex bot in his office. It was still standing upright, inside the opened shipping container. I was just able to see the button on the back of its neck, along with a tiny digital display that showed the image of a battery and the number '42' overlayed on it.

Surely, a couple minutes just to see what happens when you turn it on wouldn't do any harm. I hit the button and the unit suddenly seemed to liven up, though it said and did nothing. "Are you... awake?" I asked.

The bot's eyes shifted to mine and it actually smiled in a bizarre, but rather pleasing way. He nodded. I was stumped. What now? I moved closer and touched his chest. He followed my arm and gently moved closer to me, too. If he could breathe, I would have felt it against my skin, he was that close. Then, I saw his synthetic penis sort of pulse, like it was waking up. I screamed for a millisecond and almost batted at it, before catching myself. It was programmed for this. It wasn't trying to assault me. I laughed and had to see what happens when I touch it.

It immediately sprang to life. And wow, if there was one lifelike thing about it -- truly lifelike -- this was it. It was like the perfect cock. Maybe a touch bigger than average, good girth; a slight, upward curve. I desperately wanted to hold it, not just touch it; maybe feel it in my mouth. I brushed it with the back of my left hand and it rose higher and got stiffer. The bot then surprised me, by reaching up and touching my breasts. I lifted my shirt and bra, allowing the synthetic fingers to touch real skin. I found myself getting very damp.

I quickly looked around the office (as if someone would be there) and raced to the door, locking it. I ran back to the bot dropping to my knees, taking him in my mouth. It took no time at all to forget I was sucking a synthetic cock. It was even warm like the real thing. Minutes later, I was on the floor, doggy style, having robot sex with a robot cock that was better than any real man I'd had. The bot seemed to figure out exactly what turned me on very quickly and repeated actions I loved, while still trying new things to see how I responded. I came several times over in the first few minutes. My God, if Ray walked in right now, I'd never live this down.

I turned over to take the machine missionary style when all of a sudden, it stopped moving. "Shit!" I cried out, frustrated it ended before I was ready, and even more concerned that I may have broken it somehow. A quick investigation and I saw the battery display read zero. I checked the clock and that's when I realized I'd been fucking it for over twenty minutes. In just one position, to boot! That's how good it was. Anyway, it needed juice, so I fished around in the shipping box and found the power cord, plugging it into the wall. With great effort, I was able to clean up the bot and put him back upright where I found him, but the battery display read that it would take six hours to charge.

I came in early the following morning and unplugged the charging device and put everything back in order before Ray arrived. I then spent the next few minutes double-checking everything, ensuring that I had removed all evidence that I fucked a goddamn robot in my boss' office. I was feeling confident I'd gotten away with it, until Ray arrived. He wasn't in the office five minutes before he came crashing back into mine screaming, "What the hell happened last night!?"

"What?" I asked.

"Someone used the sex-bot!"

"No!" I pretended to be stunned. "How is that possible?"

"And it's been charged. Now the manufacturer is not going to allow it to be returned!"

"But how do you know someone actually used it?" I asked, trying to stay invested in the charade.

"Because the damn thing tracks every use. It's a fucking computer, Sarah! I'm going to have to pull out the memory card and see who tampered with it."

"Memory card?"

"Yeah. The chip tracks every act and how long. All kinds of data. If the user is registered, it will store favorite positions and acts. Very cool stuff. And not to be fucking tampered with! That damn thing cost me over seven grand! That's with the wholesalers discount!" Ray crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear, if it was one of those maids that comes at night... we'll know soon enough."

Ray turned and marched back in his office, while I scrambled from my desk chasing after him. "How will you know?" I asked.

"It stores several hours of video and captures, and logs every act. At least, it's supposed to. I never initialized it, so I don't know."

I almost swallowed my tongue and choked, "You mean, if the maid had sex with it, there's video of that?"

"Should be. I'm going to take her to court or take it out of her paycheck. Damn thing is useless to me now." Ray threw his hands up, pissed. He then reached around to the back of the sex unit and triggered a small panel to open, pulling out an SD card.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to scream. Instead, I found myself frightened to the core, unable to respond while I watched Ray take the memory card to his desk, inserting into his computer. He tweaked around on the mouse a bit before saying, "Ah, here it is. The video folder."

Suddenly, as if I had no control over my muscles and actions, I leapt across the room landing on his desk. I tried to swipe at the card, but Ray got to me. "What are you doing?" he yelled.

"You can't watch that!" I was talking fast, panting. "I'm sorry, Ray. It was me. Please. It was an accident. I didn't mean to ruin your--"

"You accidentally fucked the sex-bot?"

"It's... it's... you don't understand... I--"

"You owe me seven thousand dollars!" Ray bellowed. He was pissed, his brow furrowed, and I knew he meant it when he said I owed him that money. He looked back to his screen and pulled up the lone video file.

I screamed, "No! No! I'll pay you back. I'll pay you back now! But you have to delete that file!"

Ray stopped and leaned back in his chair. "Sarah, exactly why do you think you get to decide what happens to that file? You don't own this sex-bot yet, even if you are paying for it."

"Please, Ray. I swear. I'll make it up to you. I know I crossed the line, but you know me. You trust me. Please, please delete that file."

I could tell he was mulling things over. I just hoped he would be sympathetic to me. Then, he smiled. "Sarah, I'll delete the file, but on one condition."

"Condition?"

"Yes, a condition." Ray pointed to the bot. "You show me how you 'accidentally' found yourself fucking that bot. Do that, and I will delete the video. No one will ever see it. Not even me. Gone forever. But you will show me exactly how you got to the point that you found yourself with no other option but to fuck that damn bot in MY office!"

I swallowed, even though I had no saliva to draw from. "I... but... come on... I can't do that in front of you!"

"I'm not asking you to fuck it!" He crossed his arms, huffing. "But you will show me everything that happened up to the point of insertion."

My heart dropped. Even that little bit of re-enactment would be highly embarrassing. Ray didn't say a word, just staring me down. I turned to the bot and back to Ray, pleading in my eyes, but it was clear I didn't have a choice. I moved toward the bot. It was still naked, and just as weirdly handsome and sexy as it was last night. Ray walked over, replaced the memory chip and switched it on, pushing me even closer to it. He then stepped back and propped on his desk, watching. "Go on," he said.

I was trembling while I tried to remember everything that happened. I moved very close to the bot and it moved its head to mine, following me with its eyes. "Remember me?" I asked, softly. He nodded; even reused that weird, but warm smile it has. I briefly looked down and saw his member throbbing, responding to me. I moved my left hand to it, brushing the back of it against him. It stiffened up, just like before. I found myself getting damp, thinking back to everything that "cock" did to me last night. How amazing it felt in my mouth. How incredible it felt in my pussy. It got me thinking, and I even chuckled to myself. Seven thousand dollars is a lot of money, but I've made worse investments.

I dropped to my knees. I wanted to feel it like I did last night. When I first approached the synthetic cock, I sort of played with it a minute. I had been surprised by the warmth of it. I had grabbed it at the base and rubbed it against my face. Oh! I remember one thing I thought was absolutely wild about the experience. It pulsated in my hands just like the real thing. I found myself doing that again now, holding it firmly, pulling the stiff cock into my face, brushing it against my cheeks and lips, feeling it stiffen more and get even hotter to my touch.

I don't remember pre-cum last night, yet that's exactly what seemed to be occurring now. The tip of his cock glistened with a synthetic substance of some kind. Now that I thought about it, he hadn't "cum" last night at all. It hadn't even occurred to me that it might be able to do such a thing, but this seemed to be evidence for it. I licked it and to my great surprise and joy, discovered the taste to be authentic in flavor. I bore down on the tip of his cock, before drawing it in further into my mouth. I was soaking as I began servicing the bot just like last night. All I could think about is how much I wanted him to fuck me doggy style again. I came so much, so quickly. My hands quickly found my panties and somehow managed to slip them off under my skirt, while I still worked him with my mouth. I think, last night, I threw off the panties once I had finished sucking him, but I didn't want to let him out of my mouth yet. I loved how the robot worked with me, while I sucked on his hard cock. It was like we were in rhythm together on it.

I had to have it. I turned around so fast, it may have happened in midair, with a spin. I landed on my knees, reaching back, grabbing that amazing cock and putting it exactly where it belonged. I am pretty sure the bot still had some way of recognizing me, because he got straight to moving and pumping in every way that hit me just right. It was almost too perfect, tingling every erogenous zone with the exact force and speed for maximum pleasure, while making slight changes here and there to add variety. At one point (after I'd already cum twice), he firmly grabbed me by the hips and pumped hard and fast. I was so turned on by then, it was all pleasure and zero pain. I rolled into a string of orgasms from the sudden shift in technique. It was like how the porn stars fuck, but in this case, felt every bit as good as they make it look. I've had men be rough with me before, and it never worked for me like it was now.

I started screaming uncontrollably. Well, it wasn't really a scream. More like an ethereal groaning and grunting combined, but at great volume. I was shaking as more orgasms hit me, sweating profusely. I ripped off my shirt and bra, allowing my tits to swing freely as the bot continued to pound me on the floor. He had my ass raised high in the air now, holding me firmly at the hips, and I think I was very nearly on the verge of passing out, when suddenly the door to the office burst open. It was Marlene, Ray's wife, and then it hit me. Ray was still in the fucking room! Somehow, I'd completely forgotten!! To my horror, I looked up to his desk. He waved at Marlene, and gestured her to come inside.

"Stop!" I yelled. Instantly, the bot stopped pumping, leaving my ass still levitated in the air with his hard, synthetic cock stuck inside me. It was comedy gold, I'm sure, as I struggled to get out of its grasp and get my clothes back on.

"What the fuck is going on here?" screamed Marlene. She'd known me for years -- ever since I'd started working here -- and I have never been inappropriate with Ray, her, or anyone. This must have come as a great shock to her.

"I...I..." I struggled to find any words to excuse what she was witnessing. My tits were still uncovered as I tried to put my shirt back on, but when I had ripped it off, I turned it inside out and made a mess of it. In my nervousness, it took me longer to fix, than if I'd been calm. In other words, they both saw a lot of me while I tried to fix myself back to a respectable condition. "I am so sorry, Marlene. It's just... it's just..."

"Sarah ruined a very expensive product that was shipped here," Ray interrupted. "I asked her to demonstrate how it happened." He spoke with authority, and apparently wasn't concerned at all that his wife just caught him playing peepshow to his secretary and a robot.

"Wait. Is that the sex-bot thing you talked about?"

"That's right," Ray said. "It can't be returned, because Sarah ruined it."

"My God, it looked like it ruined her. Are you okay, dear?" Marlene asked me. I was still shaking. Not from embarrassment, but from the aftershock of all those orgasms. I nodded meekly. She turned to her husband. "Ray, I thought you said they don't make male sex-bots."

Suddenly, Ray's face shifted from confident to something I'd never seen before. Pure, unadulterated fear. A thought hit me and I went with it, speaking aloud, "This was actually the manufacturer's mix-up, Marlene. We were under the assumption it was female bots only. They kind of surprised us with this. Isn't that right, Ray?"

"Uh... yes, that's right. And they said they would be sending a replacement out by tomorrow. So I didn't think anything of it, Marlene."

"Well, what's it matter? Why replace this one?" Marlene seemed confused and Ray seemed desperate for an out. Any out. I was going to give him one.

"I can answer that, I think," I said. Marlene looked at me inquisitively. "Why don't you come over here and stand closer to the bot?"