Celebrity Women and Ai Sex

Celebrity Women and AI Sex, Ch. 1

Cher orders an artificially intelligent robot for her sexual pleasure, as her personal butler, her driver, and her bodyguard all rolled into one AI robot.

As if the richest of the rich don't have enough, artificially intelligent robots are giving them even more bang for their multimillion dollar bucks. With their huge, private yachts, custom, private planes, multi million dollar houses, high-rise condos, exotic, custom cars, the best clothes, foods, cigars, and liquors, AI Sex makes robots for billionaire men and wealthy women as their personal, human-like sex toys. Able to clone their favorite celebrity, or custom make their own AI robot, as if they're really having sex with them, no longer their sexual fantasy, billionaire men and women can have sex with anyone they desire.

Something that you may not know, and that is true, forget about masturbation toys, blow up dolls for men, and vibrators and dildos for women, wealthy men and women have sex with AI Robots. Billionaire men and women have secret sex with custom created, personalized, artificially intelligent, robotic beings. When meeting them for the first time, if you weren't told that they are an artificially intelligent robot, you would never know. AI Sex robots are much different from the toy-like robots that engineering students have created at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) and the California Institute of Technology (Cal Tech).

A cross between a robot, an android, a humanoid, and a cyborg, they have skin that feels real to the touch. They have real hair that never grows and never needs to be cut. They have eyes that look real but are much better than human eyes.

They not only look human but are human-like to the touch and the feel. If one didn't know that they're an artificially intelligent being, they wouldn't know. Even though they don't need to breathe, they are even made to breathe. Made to be waterproof, they can even swim.

Faster, stronger, more intelligent, and better in every way than their human counterparts, artificial intelligent robots talk and sound like humans. They move, walk, run, and dance like humans. They laugh like humans. They think like humans. They respond to conversations and human emotions as if they really are humans instead of manmade robots.

Unable to tell that they are manmade robots instead of God's human creations, unless opening their sealed Li-ion battery pack, no one would know that they aren't human. With them far more feeling and sensing than humans, they have hidden sensory sensors all over their bodies. They can touch, smell, hear, taste, and see better than humans can, too.

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Creating their own modern day, science fiction, version of Frankenstein, albeit sexually active ones, mad, German scientists Karl Friedrich and his partner, Hans Rictner, manufactures robots under the company name of AI Sex, Inc. Yet, they don't build just any robots. They build robots especially deemed for sex.

With their corporate name a turn off for some, the in your face name is a turn on for many. They could have named their company, AI Robots, Inc. Yet, wanting their customers to know what they could have for the price, they more wanted to capture the sexual market for those wealthy clients who could afford the price and who wanted to have guilt free, extramarital sex with a humanoid.

Not hiding what they do, they build robots intended to have sex with lonely, sad, depressed, and/or perversely perverted humans. If your spouse died, much better than a waxed figure standing in the corner of the room or having your partner taxidermied and placed in your bedroom, AI Sex can bring the departed back to life. If a stranger didn't know that they were interacting with an artificially intelligent cyborg, mistaking them for being human, they would never know.

From their factory in Baden-Baden, Germany that's nestled on the northern slopes of the Black Forest, they've already made an army of secret, artificially intelligent sexual androids to sell to whomever can afford their price to buy them. They build artificially intelligent, custom cloned male, sexual humanoids for women and/or for gay men who can afford to buy their own custom designed, and superior sex toys. They build artificially intelligent, custom cloned female, sexual humanoids for men and/or lesbian women who can afford to buy their own, personalized, robotic, sex toy.

'Seriously, think about it, if you had the money to afford one, wouldn't you buy an artificially intelligent being who looked exactly like Lynda Carter or Christie Brinkley in their prime? With them calling you by name, wouldn't you love to know what it felt like to have sex with these celebrity women? Wouldn't you love to be their lover?

Imagine making out with them while undressing them and stripping them naked. Imagine having sex with them. Imagine Lynda Carter or Christie Brinkley on their knees and blowing you. Now, imagine them in your bed fucking you any time you wanted to have sex with them. That would definitely be worth the price of admission, wouldn't it?'

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Programmed to not only obediently obey but also to pamper their owner's every sexual want, need, perversion, and/or deviant whim, they come with a remote control that has more buttons on it than a computer keyboard. After an hour of training, with the owner able to reprogram them on the fly, the remote control keyboard looks like a mini-console on a jumbo jet airplane. They can do anything and everything that a human can do but only better and without complaint.

Moreover, they never get tired, hungry, thirsty, or need to go to the bathroom. They never get sad, moody, depressed, or angry. They're always ready to go and do whatever their master or mistress wants them to do.

A one-of-a-kind futuristic and much needed accessory to their busy lives of the idly, very rich, they are the perfect addition to any billionaire who wants something that few people can afford. With more and more people able to afford their AI clones, one never knows if they are interacting with a human or with an AI version. The way of the futured, the more humanoids manufactured, the lower the price will drop. Soon, in the way of having a television and/or a computer in every home, everyone will have their one AI cyborg.

Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Larry Page all have artificially intelligent, male robots but not for sex. They serve as their personal butlers, their chauffeurs, and their bodyguards. Far better than a stiff Robo Cop, in the way that Arnold Schwarzenegger played a cyborg in Terminator, they can think and process information. They can see, hear, feel, taste, and sense things that are far beyond human sensory capabilities.

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One of their first customers that they made a robot for was, of all celebrities, Oprah Winfrey. Karl and Hans made her an artificially intelligent, female humanoid in the image of a young Diane Sawyer, but with bigger breasts. There have been longtime rumors that Oprah has not only had lesbian, sexual affairs with Gayle King but also with Diane Sawyer, along with many others, too.

Well able to afford whatever price they wanted her to pay for her AI sex toy, Oprah bought an AI cyborg from AI Sex, Inc. Now, Oprah no longer needed to secretly compensate her lesbian lovers to have sex with her by giving them hugely expensive and elaborate gifts. Also, before having a sexual relationship with them, she had them sign a nondisclosure contract. In addition to being rumored to be Gayle King's longtime lover, she's rumored to have had sex with not only Diane Sawyer but also with Tyra Banks, as well as many others, too.

Well able to afford to order two, artificially intelligent, female robots, although an unconfirmed rumor, it's said that Simon Cowell had humanoids made in the images of Heidi Klum and Sofia Vergara. Even better than having sex with the real women, I can only imagine that he must have threesome sex with his robots while imagining having sex with Heidi and Sofia anytime that he wanted to have sex with them. Moreover, whenever he wanted them to stop talking, and to fill their mouths with himself, he only needed to press a button.

Imagine making out with them while touching and feeling them through their clothes before undressing them and stripping them naked. Imagine Heidi Klum blowing you. Imagine Sofia sucking your cock. Imagine one or both of them fucking you.

Moreover, forget about pleasuring them. A humanoid doesn't need to have an orgasm. Just think of yourself. You no longer have to bother with fingering them, masturbating them, or eating them, just stick your prick in their mouths and tell them to suck you.

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Again, although unconfirmed, it is rumored that the wife of a high ranking, Republican politician who is no longer in office, ordered a robot in the image of President Obama. With her a whore born in Yugoslavia before migrating to the United States to work as a porn star, (ahem) a fashion model, she has always been a willing whore for the right price. Seemingly, having bedded many black athletes in the past, she always had a thing for big, black cocks.

Her husband, who shall remain nameless, was a high ranking Republican politician who is no longer in office, but is still in the public eye. Guilty as charged, he's rumored to have ordered a robot in the image of Stormy Daniels. With his wife living in New York and him living in Florida, instead of having sex with one another, they have sex with their AI impersonators anytime they want to have sex.

Again, unconfirmed rumors from employees at his residence, he not only wanted to have forced sex with AI Stormy Daniels robot by pushing her back on the bed and mounting her, he wanted her to talk to him. He wanted her to compliment him. He wanted his humanoid, Stormy Daniels, to make him feel better about himself by continually telling him all that he wanted and needed to hear.

"Fat? No, you're not fat at all. You're stocky. You have big bones," said his AI Stormy.

With him literally pushing her buttons on his remote keyboard, she continued fawning all over him.

"You have such big, manly, and masculine hands," said robotic Stormy. "And your cock is huge and so very hard," she said looking up at him with love, devotion, and a big smile. "I love your big prick."

He continually replayed her compliments over and again.

"Lift the front of my skirt and grab my pussy through my panties again. I like having my pussy grabbed. I like it when you grab my pussy through my panties," she said.

Then, she asked him the question that he obviously wanted to hear.

"Shall I pee on you again? Something that none of your three wives would do for you, I'm glad that you like it when I pee on you. Open your mouth and I'll pee in your mouth this time," said AI Stormy.

Again, another unconfirmed rumor, rumored to be engaged, Taylor Swift had AI Sex, Inc. make Travis Kelce a robotic sex toy in her image. The artificially intelligent humanoid looked like her, moved like her, danced like her, sang like her, talked like her, and laughed like her. With her on the road so much, she didn't want to leave him missing her while alone and lonely. As if she was actually there in the room with him, robotic Taylor would sing him songs and give him hours of sexual pleasure.

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In the way that Gemma Chan as Mia was an artificially intelligent humanoid in the television series, Human, Karl, and Hans build their own versions of male and female, artificially intelligent robotic humans for their customers to use, especially for sex. Of course, programmed to do mundane tasks, the AI robots can do household chores as well. They not only can wash and wax your car, clean your house, vacuum, do your laundry but also, they can cook, too.

Surprisingly and unbelievably, they can even drive a car, fly a plane, or steer a ship better than any human can drive, fly, or steer. As was Terminator, with their body made from liquid metal and much more bulletproof than Kevlar, they can withstand a.50 caliber bullet without injury. Not only are they trained in all types of martial arts, but much quicker than humans, too, they can not only be their personal butlers or maids but also, their bodyguards, too.

Moreover, by using their custom keyboard, they are able to write their own code needed to accommodate whatever else you want them to do. Actually, just by depressing buttons on the keyboard, they can be reprogrammed to do anything that their owners need them to do at the time. Just scratching the surface, state of the art, artificially intelligent robotic humanoids are, indeed, the way of the future. With them both thinking out of the box, Karl and Hans are just hinting at what they may design next.

As if buying a one-of-a-kind, custom made, Rolls Royce, horny, older billionaire women, and/or billionaire, deviant men, can pick and choose which version of an AI robot that they want Karl and Hans to build for them to buy. With no questions asked and keeping their secrets by not forcing them out of their closets, homosexual men, and lesbian women, can buy their same sex robots, too. With prices starting at one-million-dollars, their prices cap at fifty-million-dollars for the Super Hero Robot who is not only bulletproof, waterproof, but also fireproof.

'Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings at a single bound-look, up there in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman.'

Their fifty-million-dollar, super hero robotic man or woman can actually fly, and shoot lasers out of his eyes in the way of Superman.

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Every artificially intelligent robot is designed and made to their owners' personal specifications. Much in the way of humans, no two robots are alike. With Karl and Hans supplying their robots with identification cards, driver licenses, Social Security cards, and passports, the owners even give them names, personal backgrounds, and places and dates of their birth.

A booming business geared to the super rich who still want to have more and better sex in their lives, no matter their age or physical condition, Karl and Hans first began making male robots. Easier to make male robots than to make female robots, they ventured deeper into the AI robotic business by making female robots, too. With both Karl and Hans gay men, they wanted to make their perfect versions of male, artificially intelligent robots to be their personal butlers and sex slaves first before they made female AI robots.

Next, already flooded with custom orders from billionaire men and women, they made cloned female AI robots for those who imagined having sex with female celebrities. By using DNA specimens that have already gathered, they can clone the looks and personal characteristics of nearly any woman. If they don't already have their DNA on file, they will hire someone to get it just by finding their used coffee cup, tissue, or cigarette. Men only need to tell them what they want and viola, as if ordering a car from the factory, AI Sex, Inc. will deliver their robot within eight to twelve weeks.

'I only wish that I could afford an AI robot,' thought Susan. 'I'd want a taller version of Brad Pitt but with more muscles and a bigger dick.'

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After Oprah received her delivery, Cher was the next female celebrity to invite Karl and Hans to her eighty-five-million-dollar, exclusive, Malibu mansion. As if they were tattoo artists, they brought their leather bound book of male, artificially intelligent, humanoid robots with them. All that Cher had to do was to browse through the pages and choose which one she wanted them to build, and then add her personalized features. Of course, costing a premium price, she could design her own male, AI robot by picking his height, his weight, his hair, eye, and skin color, along with his body type and, of course, cock size.

Cher's manservant, driver, and personal bodyguard, Brock, who is always armed, and very dangerous, showed the two men into Cher's drawing room. With her always wanting to make an entrance, she deliberated having the men wait fifteen, long minutes before she came downstairs to meet, greet, and charm them. The men stared out at the amazing view of the Santa Monica Bay while waiting for the illustrious Cher to arrive.

With her having had a whole menu of plastic surgery done, looking twenty-years younger, and looking more like a 58-year-old woman than 78-year-old woman, she walked downstairs wearing long, flowing, see-through, black negligee. If one was to rudely stare at her, and easy to do, they'd see the shape and the size of her surgically enhanced, B cup breasts, her erect nipples, and her trimmed, black pussy. Unembarrassed and unashamed, even though she was nearly naked, especially when she was nearly naked, she loved it when a man or when men stared at her as if she was standing in front of them without her clothes.

Indeed, coming a long way from when she was married to Sonny, with everything she wore showing more of her nearly naked body, she was quite the exhibitionist whore. Born on May 20th, 1946, Cher is a Taurus the bull. Bull-headed and with an eye for detail, she's strong-willed and faithful.

As if waiting for the Queen of England to be seated, both men stood as Cher sexily walked in the room while looking amazing. They clicked their heels and bowed their heads as if they were top Nazi generals meeting Adolph Hitler, the Fuhrer himself, for the first time. Each man took her hand in his and kissed it. Then, they continued standing until Cher took her seat on her overstuffed and oversized, elaborate, custom couch.

Featured in Architectural Digest Magazine, a huge house with panoramic views from every window, Cher sat on her beige couch. Every chair in her living room and dining room was of the same beige material. A beautiful, one-of-a-kind home custom designed with elaborate details, there was so much to look at and see.

Yet, paying more attention to her than to her luxurious surroundings, Karl opened his elaborate book of plastic, covered photos to show her what AI robots that he had in stock to offer her. While watching for her reactions and interests, he gave her a few minutes to browse through his sample book. Then, when she didn't seem interested in anything that he had in stock and ready to deliver, he offered her an alternative.

"We have a big selection from which you can choose. Of course, if there is nothing to your liking that I have in stock and ready to deliver, we will custom make the artificially intelligent, robotic man of your dreams," he said with a smile.

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Starting from the beginning to look at the photos again, Cher took her time looking through the book before closing it. She not only looked at the photos of the AI robots but also, she looked at their specifications, and all that they can do. Curious to know, she wanted to know what more that they could do than to just be her AI lover.

"I'm sorry but none of these are robots acceptable to me. I need a custom made, robotic man," said Cher with a wave of her hand. "I need a cook, a cleaner, a personal butler, a driver, a bodyguard and, of course, my artificially intelligent lover all rolled into one," she said. "I need him to do whatever I want him to do and whenever I want it done."

She waved her hand as if she was Marlena Dietrich smoking a cigarette in a cigarette holder. She looked at the men as if she was ordering a new car or an elaborate fashion, one-of-a-kind, designer outfit. With the cost of no object, and money meaning nothing to her, her personal wealth exceeded three-hundred and sixty-million-dollars. Not really caring how much her perfect AI man cost, she asked the question anyway.

"How much will it cost me for you to custom make the man of my dreams? And, of more importance to me, how long will it take you to make him," she asked looking from Hans to look at Karl?