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A flush of shameful red spread over her cheeks. Cynthia gazed at the handsome man asleep in the clear box on her doorstep.
"What do you think?" Anne grinned. Her indigo eyes glittering with excitement.
"You bought me...," Cynthia tucked her golden hair behind her ear nervously as she circled the box. "You bought me a sex-droid."
"You said if you were still a virgin by the time you were 31 to just get you a sex-droid and get it done," Anne shrugged with pursed lips.
"That was in college," Cynthia admonished her best friend. "I was drunk from that party."
Cynthia spent most of the night with her head in the toilet after too much rum and Anne held her hair the whole time. Cynthia looked to see that the bot wasn't wearing any pants, his long, fat cock for all to see. Her clit throbbed at the sight. She bit her bottom lip as her imagination ran wild.
"I was going to get you one that looked like a celebrity but that was out of my price range," Anne said.
"This is ridiculous," Cynthia's pink flush deepened as she imagined what it would be like to have that monster cock inside of her. Shame and desire mingled in her hot throat. She was a full grown woman and yet she had butterflies in her stomach like a giddy high school girl staring at a boy band crush on a poster on her wall.
Cynthia ran her fingers through her dark blond hair. She was always confident in her advertising career and a planner for everything but when it came to dating and boyfriends Cynthia could never seal the deal. Something always went wrong or it was the wrong guy.
"No," Cynthia choked.
"Just try it, Cyn," Anne rolled her eyes.
"No!"
"Every time I take you to a party you don't want to go but then when you go you end up having fun," Anne placed her hands on her hips reprimanding her best friend as if she were her mother.
"Losing my virginity to a sex-droid is not the same as going to a party," Cynthia frowned.
"Fine," Anne threw up her hands. "I'll return him. But don't come crying to me when you're 40 and still a virgin."
All this virgin shaming was giving Cynthia a headache. She needed a shower to cool down, her skin was burning up as a lusty feeling of warmth stole over her looking at the muscular, olive skinned android with the impressive cock.
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Cynthia turned on the icy water. Her pussy was on fire. Her whole body quivered. She needed a release. Stress at work was getting to her. The new Coca-Cola account for Green Slime Coke was big business for her ad firm.
She was washing her dark blonde hair with orange blossom shampoo and conditioner when she heard a door shut. Hopefully that was Anne leaving with the sex-droid. Cynthia began to hum a tune to help drown out the thrum in her body.
Cynthia's hands wandered down to the juncture of her round thighs. That sex-droid really was hot though. He wasn't too bulky. His skin was tan. He reminded her of a surfer she saw in a porno once. Cynthia's finger slowly encircled her rosebud making it stiffen to life. Her petals became hot and slippery as she stroked herself.
She began humming to herself as her body grew tingly and hot. She hummed so loudly along with the rush of the water that she didn't hear anyone step in. Cynthia suddenly felt a pair of big hands stroking her hips. The heat of the stranger's body seeped into her skin as she felt a long thick staff pressing against the crack of her round cheeks.
Cynthia shrieked in surprise whirling around almost slipping that her intruder caught her. Cynthia looked up into the steely blue eyes of her uninvited guest.
"Hi," the sex-droid smiled a dazzling smile that made Cynthia's inner damsel swoon. For a moment she became lost in his eyes, feeling the strength of his biceps as they held her from falling.
"What the fuck?" Cynthia carefully stepped back, pressing her palms against his chest, finding it firm and warm to her hot shame.
"Kevin," he said. "The name I was programmed with is Kevin. Although you may program me with another name if you prefer."
"Kevin... how the hell did you get in here?"
"Your friend Anne activated me."
"That scheming bitch," Cynthia swore.
His steely blue eyes caressed her with lusting, invisible fingers. Cynthia covered her breasts out of modesty. She was no size 2 but a curvaceous size 6. Thin girls at work would usually chuckle when they saw her eating a muffin.
"Stop staring," Cynthia felt hot all over. The cold water was doing nothing to dampen her erotic feelings.
"Why?" Kevin asked.
"Because it's rude to stare!" Cynthia retorted. "You weren't programmed with manners?"