Cindi The Robot Fuck Maid Pt 01

"Man, that was an amazing meal Frank," I said as I wiped my mouth with the napkin and looked at my empty plate on the dinner table. "You've always been a good cook, but those pumpkin duck fritters are really something else."

Frank gave his wife Jean a look and a smile. They'd invited us over to their suburban house for dinner and cards. "Should we tell them?" he asked.

"Tell them what?" my wife Lana said as she took her last bite. "Did you order this from some fancy restaurant?"

"No, it was all made here," Jean said as she brushed her red hair behind her ears. I couldn't help but notice the way her braless breasts jiggled under her satin top as she laughed. I'd always wanted to know if they were as freckled as the rest of her.

"But not by me," Frank said. "We got a manobot this week."

"The maid robot!" Lana said. "Oh my god!" She practically jumped out of her seat in excitement. "You have to show us!"

"Cindi!" yelled Jean, towards the kitchen. And out she came, looking just like the models used in the commercial. Short brown hair, 5' 7", nice hips and breasts, beautiful face, and wearing a surprisingly revealing french maid outfit with black mesh stockings held up by barely visible garters under the short skirt.

"Yes, Ms Donahue?" the robot said.

"We want to show you off to our guests," Jean said. "Please stay silent and stand still until we say otherwise." Robot Cindi nodded acknowledgement, put her arms down and stared straight ahead.

"That's quite the outfit," I said to Frank, tearing my eyes away for a second.

"I swear it wasn't my idea," Frank said. "She came with a set of normal clothes and Jean bought the outfit for her yesterday."

Jean started giggling.

"You're so bad," Lana said.

"It was a gift for Frank," she said.

"It's... she's?... so realistic," I said. The maid robot looked completely human. They'd only been out a couple of years, first in Japan and now in the US. I'd never actually had a chance to see one in person before.

"Can I touch her?" Lana asked. Jean nodded yes to her. Lana got up and walked to the robot. She grabbed Cindi's hand and felt her fingers. "Oh my God, it feels so real."

She let go of the hand and it fell back to Cindi's side. Lana moved her hand to Cindi's face, running it across her cheeks and her lips. Cindi continued to look forward, occasionally blinking just like a regular human would.

I was wondering if she would -

She did. Lana reached both hands up and started to feel Cindi's breasts. She was always paying attention to boobs, always comparing and pointing them out to me. She couldn't resist.

"Lana, I don't know if -" I started.

"It's fine," Jean said. "I did the same thing. Frank went for the ass."

As she said that, Lana reached down and grabbed the ass. She let out a small moan. "Tyler, you have to feel this ass. It is amazing. And those tits, they're fucking perfect. I've felt fake tits before and these are so much better."

"I know, right," Jean said. "If we hadn't seen her insides, I'd think she was a human."

"Go on," Frank said to me, nodding toward Cindi.

I stood up and walked over to Cindi. Lana had moved from the ass back to the hands and the fingernails. "Just grab it," she whispered.

I felt very self-conscious. Here I was in front of my wife and two of our best friends and I was about to grab another woman's ass - or at least what looked like another woman's ass. But they all wanted me too. So I reached out and did.

It was perfect.

I immediately started to get hard. I think Lana knew it was happening. She grabbed my hands and moved them onto Cindi's tits all while looking me in the eye and smiling. She winked at me.

Her back was to our friends so they couldn't see her hands as I massaged Cindi's tits. Lana moved one hand down to her crotch and she started rubbing herself underneath her skirt. The other hand had reached under Cindi's skirt and was feeling something.

I couldn't take it. I let go of the tits and went back to my seat, hoping that Lana would follow. Luckily she did.

As soon as I sat down, Frank said, "Cindi, please clean up the dinner for us will you?"

"Yes sir," Cindi said and started to clear the table.

"Let's go to the living room for some cards," Frank said. He stood up and walked out of the dining room - but not before I noticed the outline of his own significant hard on in his loose pants.

***

I put down my last card. Euchred again. I was playing horribly. So was Lana. We usually won, but not tonight.

"What's that, 7 for us and 2 for you," Frank said. "Looks like we're on our way to 3 in a row, honey."

"I think they're a little distracted," Jean said. "I think they're minds are busy wandering and wondering over there."

"I don't know what they could possibly be thinking about," Frank said smiling.

"Judging by Tyler's 'stature' earlier, I have an idea," Jean said. I started to blush. Clearly, my raging hard on was a lot more visible than I'd thought after the dinner fondling.

"I can't take it anymore," Lana said. She looked at me for a second, giving me one last chance to stop her from asking what I wanted to know. I let her go for it.

"Does it fuck?" Lana asked.

"Why ever would you think such a thing?!" Jean said with a smile in her eyes and faux exasperation on her face.

"The manners on these perverts!" Frank said.

"Stop fucking with me!" Lana said. She was the youngest of the group and the one most likely to make sex jokes or be inappropriately open about our sex life.

I was the prude.

"Yes," Jean said. "'It' fucks."

I could hardly meet anyones' eyes, the conversation was so uncomfortable.

"Like how?" Lana said. "Vaginal?" Frank nodded. "Blow jobs?" Frank nodded again. "Hand jobs?" another nod. "Anal?" another nod. Lana got tentative. "Cunnilingus?" Jean nodded.

"Oh my God," Lana said. "Does her tongue vibrate, or her fingers?" Jean nodded again. "I fuckin knew it."

"And you're okay with it?" I said, finally joining the conversation. "You're ok with Frank having sex with the robot maid?"

"Of course," Jean said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It feels sort of like cheating," I said.

"Lana has vibrators right?" Frank said. "Dildos?" I nodded now. "And I'm guessing you've had a fleshlight or something before?" I didn't say anything.

"He's got three," Lana said. "And a dildo for himself."

"Lana!" I said.

"What!" Lana said. "They're telling us about their robot fuck maid, they're not gonna judge."

"RIght," Frank said, smiling and chuckling as he started to deal again. I got the feeling though, that he was laughing at my embarrassment, not at me. "You don't get jealous of the vibrators do you?" I shook my head. "If your fleshlight could cook you dinner it wouldn't suddenly become cheating, would it?"

"No, I guess not, but," I said.

"But, but, but," Jean said, with another chuckle. Her breasts jiggled again. This time I know she caught me looking because she gave them another shake and gave me a wink.

"Her butt was amazing," Lana said.

"Frank's not having an emotional relationship with Cindi," Jean said. "If he stops fucking her, and starts talking to her, that's when I'd be worried."

"I need another drink," Frank said. "Can you send her out here Jean? I think she must be plugged in by now"

Jean reached down to her phone on the table and pulled up an app and started tapping at it out of sight. "She'll be here in a second, you want a vodka tonic right?" Frank nodded. "You two want anything more?" We both shook our heads. Lana was already more than a little drunk and even though we'd be using self driving mode to get home, I never felt too comfortable getting into the car sloshed.

I picked up my cards and tried to make sense of them through my embarrassment and my horniness. I could hear Cindi walking in from behind me and saw Lana gaping before I turned around.

Cindi was walking towards us carrying a tray with Frank's and Jean's drinks. She was wearing a red, sheer, see through basque covering her torso but with holes cut out for her perfect tits. The basque served as a garter connecting to sheer red stockings. And to top it off, there were no panties - just the barest amount of pubic hair leading to an engorged vulva.

"You two are so bad!" Lana said.

I had trouble getting my mouth to close. Cindi came forward and bent down over the table between Lana and Jean, her breasts swinging forward as she placed the drinks on the table. I noticed Lana reach her hand back to cup Cindi's ass.

She bent back up and then walked back toward the kitchen. As she walked back, I could see a jeweled butt plug between her perfect cheeks.

"We usually keep her without panties when the kids aren't home," Jean said.

"I noticed," Lana said - letting out that she had fingered Cindi earlier.

"And the butt plug?" I said.

"It keeps it from getting too tight," Frank said. "Plus, it's hot as hell."

"Too bad she can't grow a cock," Lana said. She was practically drooling.

"We have a strap-on," Jean whispered.

"And you all trust a robot down there?" I asked. "Isn't she super strong... couldn't she bite something off."

"Listen," Frank began. "These guys knew what they were doing. I don't know how, but they seem to have spent just as much time teaching her how to fuck as they did teaching her how to cook and clean."

I looked back at my cards. It was hard to focus on the numbers with all the blood in my cock.

"Maybe..." I said. "We might call it a night."

"Yeah," Lana said. "I'm a little distracted... And it looks like you two have a fun night planned with the kids off on sleepovers."

"You sure you don't want to take Cindi for a test-drive?" Jean said, looking at me. Lana looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Um, no," I said. "I'm not going to go masturbate with your sex robot in the kitchen while you're out here playing cards. I'm still adjusting to the whole sex robot idea."

We put down the cards and grabbed our jackets, walked outside and said our goodbyes as Frank and Jean closed the front door. I headed toward the car in the driveway - a one year old Ford Florentina - complete with auto drive and collapsing back seats so you could take a nap on a long trip. I opened up the front door, figuring I'd drive us home.

Lana opened up the back door to the car and got in. "Get in the back," she said. "Auto drive can take us home."

"I'm not drunk," I said. "I can drive."

"It's going to be hard to drive with your face in my pussy," she said in a commanding tone as she pulled down her panties and spread her legs, opening her delicious crotch to me. She put her hand in her folds and started stroking.

I was in no position to argue. I got into the back and closed the door.

"Fordo!" I said. "Please drive us - "

Knock knock - someone was at the door. I looked over to Lana to see how'd she react but she kept right on rubbing herself.

I rolled down the window. It was Cindi.

"Ms. Donahue said that you were uncomfortable fucking me in the house but that perhaps you'd be more comfortable in the car," Cindi said. "There is not a lot of room but you could fuck me in the ass or pussy while I licked your wife's pussy. Or I could suck your cock while -"

"Get in the car!" Lana yelled. "Put down the seats Tyler and make room for our guest."

Cindi got into the car. The car was surprisingly roomy with the seats down.

"Cindi," Lana said. "You're going to gently sit on my face so I can eat your pussy while you give Tyler a blow job. Please finger his asshole while you do so. If you need extra lube stick your finger in my pussy, I'm extremely wet. When you feel like Tyler is about to cum, jack him off onto my cunt and then push his head down toward my cunt and in the raunchiest way possible, command him to lick up all the cum. You can start talking dirty to him now before your mouth is full of his wonderful cock."

Oh god, this is really happening, I thought.

Lana laid down and Cindi swung her legs over Lana's face. Lana began immediately licking and I could hear her moaning in pleasure at the taste of Cindi's cunt. Cindi was facing me as I was knelt awkwardly between Lana's legs. She reached forward and grabbed my cock.

"What a nice cock, Mr. Tyler," Cindi said. "We're going to get a nice big load out of there aren't we. I but there'll be a lot of cum for you to lick up. I'm going to finger your faggot asshole while I suck that cum to the top and then we'll serve it to you and I bet you'll be a great little cumslut, won't you."

Oh my god.

___

"Did he get all the cum, Cindi?" Lana asked between moans as I was lapping up her pussy.

"Yes, ma'am," Cindi said. "I think the cumslut got everything."

"Good," Lana said. "You can go back to the house now. Please tell Ms. Jean and Mr. Frank about how much Mr. Tyler liked having his ass fingered and licking up his cummy mess from my cunt."

Lana squeezed her legs around my head so I couldn't rise up and object.

"Yes ma'am," Cindi said as she got out of the car.

Lana sent the car back to our house. I ate her pussy for the whole, unfortunately rather short ride home. I counted three orgasms during the ride but it's always hard to tell with Lana - she likes to ride the high.

But she wasn't done yet. She told me to get upstairs and lay down on the bed - she was going to ride my face. We both quickly stripped off all our clothes and got into the right position.

I always get a giant smile on my face when I see her cunt and her ass slowly lower onto my face.

"We have to get one," Lana said.

I moaned agreement into her cunt.

"Just think about it - you come home and I'm already in bed after a long night work - instead of beating off while looking at porn on your phone in bed next to me - I've seen what you look at when it gets later, you're such a pervert - you can go to the living room, watch porn on the tv and have your robot fuck maid swallow your cock. Doesn't that sound nice?"

I moaned again, lapping at her juices.

"I bet she'd even save your cum for you if you don't feel like swallowing it that night," Lana said. She knows how often I've backed out of eating my cum when she doesn't just sit on my face and force it to me after we fuck. "I know you like to be horny when you lick up your cum - she can bring it to me in the morning and I'll feed it to you in the shower."

She reached down and started slowly stroking my cock. She knew to go slowly or I was going to explode.

"And when you're away, I'll always have a cunt eater around," Lana said. She started moaning through another orgasm. "And the house will always be clean!!"

Somehow, that got me harder.

"Maybe I'll invite Donna over - her husband never goes down on her," Lana said. "I offered you but she didn't want to cheat - but you can't cheat with a robot."

She sat up just a little bit and pulled her hand off my cock so she could wipe my precum all over her pussy lips before she sat back down.

She was perfect for me.

"I'm texting Jean to see how much it costs," Lana said. "Ha! She says Cindi told them about your dessert snack. Oh my, she says Frank will make you a cream pie next time you come! Do you think she's joking!"

What is happening to us? I thought. A few hours ago, we'd never talked about more than the tamest of sexual innuendos with these people - and now they were joking about feeding me Frank's cum - from whose pussy? It seems like seeing the robot fuck maid walk into the room unleashed something in Lana and Jean.

"Ooo, or she says maybe you'd prefer it direct from the source," Lana said. "Cindi must have told them how much you like being called a faggot."

(I could feel myself blushing. 2 months ago, Lana had discovered my latest fetish. She'd come home early from work unexpectedly and I didn't hear her come in as the porn video was too loud. She'd stood right outside the door and listened while fingering herself. And then I'd changed it to a femdom faggot cei video all about how I was supposed to cum right into my mouth and pretend I was on my knees in a room full of cock. She'd waited until near the end of the video, when I had my legs over my head and my cock inches from my mouth. Then she'd walked in. "Don't move, faggot," she'd said as she walked into the room. She stopped the video. "I'm going to count down to five and your going to cum into your faggot mouth." My load immediately doubled in size. I told her everything about my fetishes afterwards. From then on, she'd make me eat her out after we fucked and make jokes about her faggot cum loving husband. And I still blushed everytime. But I never imagined she'd bring other people into it.)

"It's going to be so hot when you suck Frank's cock," Lana said. "Oh, she just sent a pic... Oh my God, that is one cum filled pussy. Do you think it's Jean's or Cindi's?"

Lana lifted up again and put the phone down to my face so I could see. I could see the freckles. "Jean's," I said.

"That slut!" Lana said, lowering herself back down. She never grew tired of me licking her pussy. And I never grew tired of licking it either. "Are you close?"

"Uh huh," I said through her cunt.

She got off my face again and pushed my legs over my head and started furiously jacking me off.

"Close your mouth, cum lover," she said. "I want it to go all over your face."

I did as she asked and in seconds she got what she wanted - my face covered in my cum. I don't think I'd cum that much since that day she'd caught me jacking off.

I kept my eyes closed. I knew there was a very good chance she'd start pushing the cum into my mouth. Somehow I was still horny so I was eager for it. Instead I heard a camera sound.

"Lana, you can't send that," I said, my eyes still closed.

"Jean said she'd give us the referral discount for a Cindi if I sent her a pic of your face full of cum," Lana said. "It's sent."

What is happening, I thought.