The alarm brought PHOEBE (Prototype Humanoid Operated Entirely By Electronics) out of sleep mode at 6:45 AM exactly. She disconnected the external peripherals from her audio inputs and placed them on the bedside table, then sat up carefully. Her owner lay in bed next to her, snoring gently. She checked the external chronometers. Fifteen minutes before she needed to wake him.
She slipped out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. It was a Thursday according to her internal clock, and that meant that standard weekday programming applied--eggs, toast and coffee for her owner, prepared in time for him to come out of his organic sleep cycle and eat a healthy breakfast before work. She started the coffee machine going, and went to the fridge to get out some eggs.
She put on an apron before she began to cook; PHOEBE generally only wore clothes when necessary to avoid alerting humans to her mechanical nature, but the eggs might spatter a bit of grease while they fried, and that might cause pitting or burning of her epidermal layer. Her owner had instructed her to avoid even cosmetic damage to her frame, and PHOEBE always obeyed commands from her owner. It was part of her core programming.
Once the eggs were frying in the pan, PHOEBE interfaced with the toaster using her armature to activate a manual lever; unfortunately, far too few of the electronic devices she dealt with on a daily basis were able to accept direct input. Still, that was the benefit of mimicking a humanoid form in her design--it might not be the most efficient of structures, but it was definitely the most versatile. She withdrew the toast when it popped up and added it to the plate. A few minutes later, the fried eggs followed.
She checked the kitchen's chronometers against her own. Three minutes to spare. Perfect. She placed the eggs and toast into the oven to keep them warm, then removed the apron and returned to the bedroom. A subroutine simulated anticipation in her processors as she slid under the covers. Waking her owner was always her favorite part of the morning.
She reached down and began gently stroking her owner's cock. With robotic precision, she ran her fingers up and down his slowly-stiffening shaft, carefully rolling his balls in her hand on each downstroke. After a moment, PHOEBE was rewarded with a sleepy moan of pleasure. She smiled, her electronic brain instantly processing a thousand complex external stimuli in mere moments to return what could best be translated as a sense of deep satisfaction that her erotic stimulation was having the desired effect.
As her owner shifted slightly, beginning to wake, PHOEBE opened her speaker and fuel intake port. She leaned down, swiftly and carefully docking her owner's cock in the port, and made a tight seal with her flexible lips. Once again, she admired her owner's brilliant and versatile design--every orifice in her system was capable of serving double, even triple duty when she needed to use them to please him. Judging by the way he was thrusting his cock into PHOEBE's intake port, she was pleasing him very well indeed.
PHOEBE fondled his balls while she continued to suck his cock, releasing copious amounts of automatic lubricant in order to help her owner's erect penis glide easily in and out of her intake port as his hips bucked up into the air. She could tell he was waking up--his fingers knotted into her decorative casing and pulled her down onto him harder with each thrust. PHOEBE's programming kicked in automatically, unlocking her inner seals in order to accommodate his full length down her intake ports. She rerouted ventilation through her secondary port, allowing him to press her CPU all the way up against his crotch and hold it there for a long, slow, throbbing moment.
Finally, he pulled her off of him. Long hours of programming told PHOEBE exactly what to do when her owner enacted that protocol, and she threw the covers off of them and straddled his crotch. She took his now rock-hard cock into her hand and pressed it to the entrance to her service port. Her owner rolled his eyes back in pleasure as she slowly slid onto him.
Since her cameras offered a very incomplete picture of what was going on, PHOEBE generally relied on her touch-sensitive neural network in order to get a better idea of what exactly happened when her Master docked with her service port. She could feel him sliding up into her as she slid down onto him, then letting his hips drop for a moment in order to thrust upward with greater force. PHOEBE felt her automatic systems releasing additional lubricant with each pistoning stroke, and she closed her camera covers in order to avoid overwhelming her sensors with too much input. She was getting a lot of data down there, and her systems were starting to get a little staticky.
