Celebrity Women and AI Sex, Ch. 4
Shaming P Diddy's parties, Jeff Bezos' has a swinging orgy with celebrities and their androids.
Celebrity Women and AI Sex rewritten and continued from chapter 3:
Before Karl and Hans delivered Jeff Bezos four androids, Jeff had second thoughts. He called AI Sex not to cancel his order but to add a fifth and a sixth android. He wanted a superhero android in his image and a sixth, a regular android, in the image of Elon Musk.
"Hello, Karl. I'm calling because I'd like to order a fifth and a sixth android. I want to order an android in my image. Imagine all of the more work that I can do if I had another one of me," he said with a laugh. "Of course, I'd want my android to be a superhero version who can fly and have laser beam eyes. Lastly, I want to order a sixth android, regular android, not a superhero one, in the DNA image of Elon Musk," said Jeff laughing.
Jeff laughed.
"I'd love to boss Elon around to do my bidding as if he's my lowly servant.
Karl returned Jeff's laugh with his laugh.
"As we already are in possession of Elon Musk's DNA, of course, I'll need a sample of your DNA to make an android of you," he said.
Karl gave the thumbs up sign to Hans who was standing behind him.
"I'll send one of my planes to fly you here. I'll give you a sample of my DNA when you arrive. I have already transferred another forty-five-million-dollars for both androids to your account, twenty million for the regular android and twenty-five million for the superhero android," said Jeff never bargained the price.
No big deal to him, forty-five-million-dollars was like forty-five-dollars to the average man or woman. Jeff was a man who could afford anything. With money no object, whatever he wanted he could have. Spreading the wealth, he never haggled with anyone, he paid them whatever they asked.
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Six weeks to the day, Karl and Hans personally delivered Jeff's six, android cloned versions of Lynda Carter, Christie Brinkley, Christina Hendricks, Sofia Vergara, of himself, and of Elon Musk. Lining them all up in his living room before removing their wrappers, as if he was standing in a wax museum, Jeff stared from one android to the other. Unable to tell the difference from live people, they looked much more human than they looked robotic. If he didn't tell anyone that they were androids, no one would know.
Each one came with their own keyboard. Also, there was a master keyboard to control each individual android or all six androids, too. All of his androids were superhero versions except the one of Elon Musk. With Jeff in competition with his Blue Origin space program, with Elon the man behind SpaceX, Jeff didn't want his cloned version of him to be able to fly.
To say that it was a momentous day for Jeff is an understatement. To say that they all looked identical to their human celebrity counterparts would be a true statement. Made from their DNA, from a mere strand of hair, they not only looked exactly like them but they sounded, moved, walked, talked, and laughed exactly like them.
Ensconced at home in his enormous master bedroom suite with his four human, lifelike female androids, Jeff hasn't left his house in weeks. With his fiancΓ©e in Hawaii, he was alone to have sex with his androids every day, multiple times a day. As if they were really Lynda Carter, Christie Brinkley, Christina Hendricks, Sofia Vergara, he couldn't get enough of his four, favorite, beautiful, and big breasted, female celebrities.
While having sex with the four android women, he ordered his android, Elon, to fetch him whatever he needed and wanted. Checking in with his office, he had the android of him read his emails, and answer his phone calls. No one knew that it was his android talking on the phone and answering his emails. His cloned android of himself did all of that he needed to do to free his time to have sex with his beautiful, female androids.
Taking it slow, he had sex with his cloned women one at a time. He had sex with Lynda Carter's android as if he was really having sex with Lynda Carter. He made out with her. He touched and felt her through her clothes. He undressed her and stripped her naked. Then, he gave her an orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. Then, he made love to her. Finally, he fucked her. He gave her a second orgasm with his cock.
Taking his time while enjoying himself, as he did with his Lynda Carter's android, he did with his Christie Brinkley, Christina Hendricks, and Sofia Vergara's androids. He had sex with all four android women every day, multiple times a day, since he took ownership of them. Then, adding to his perverse perversity, he watched his android made from his DNA and in his image have sex with his four android women.
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Only, something peculiar happened. Nearly imperceivable to see, he noticed a slight problem when his male android had sex with his female androids. Not thinking anything of it at the time but, with just a knowing look, it seemed that the androids communicated with one another while having sex. Nothing more than a subtle smile, he thought that they nodded to one another.
Not wanting to prematurely ruin his fun by making a mountain out of a molehill, he didn't allow their subtle communication to ruin his day. He continued having sex with his androids while allowing his androids to have sex with one another. He had sex with Christie Brinkley as if he was really having sex with Christie Brinkley. He had sex with Christina Hendricks as if he was really having sex with Christie Hendricks. He had sex with Sofia Verga as if he was really having sex with Sofia Verga.
As if he had an identical twin, he loved having his android clone free him from many of the mundane tasks that he needed to make time to do each day. Never had he imagined having sex with these four celebrity women, but here he was having the next, best thing. It wasn't until his fiancΓ©e showed her true colors of being a whore that she is and went wild at his orgy that he'd be having sex with the real Lynda Carter, Christie Brinkley, Christina Hendricks, and Sofia Vergara.