Chapter 2
Cheryl takes control.
It was morning. I laid in bed. My eyes were closed as my mind started stirring. I was thinking about what had just occurred.
I just purchased Cheryl, a fully functional, sexy, robot maid to cook and clean with the added bonus of being the perfect bed mate. She was a refurbished model, returned due to a bug in her old programming that couldn't be fixed. They just couldn't determine what the bug did or didn't do.
After Cheryl was reprogrammed, delivered and transferred to me, I had her give me a blow job with less than 3 minutes of ownership and then had a full fuck session with her last night. One of the best I had ever had in a long, long while.
Cheryl had maintained her position atop of me all night. My cock was still inside her. It had lost only some of its rigidity, but Cheryl's cunt had some how kept me hard.
"Good morning, Greg." Cheryl whispered into my ear. I felt her pussy start to gentle suck on me. I grew harder.
"Good morning, Cheryl." I replied with s slight moan as her sucking cunt stated to have an effect on me.
Her tongue flittered against my outer ear and her fingers pinched my nipples as her hips started rocking back and forth.
Cheryl used her hand to pin my wrists to the bed. While she didn't hurt me, her strength denied me any effort of resistance.
Cheryl was bucking harder. Her cunt sucked at my cock, until... "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhhhh....!" I shot another load into her.
Cheryl lifted herself off of me. Before she got off the bed, Cheryl sucked any remaining juice from my deflating dick.
"Thank you, Greg. I hope you enjoyed your morning fuck!" She said in a coy tone. "Shall I prepare you some breakfast?"
I nodded and weakly muttered "Yes."
She moved over me and mounted my face. I tried to protest, but she planned her cunt on my lips. I tried to keep my mouth tightly closed, but it was if her pussy had fingers. It pried my mouth open and I felt a load pour out and down my throat. "That was your morning juice!" She giggled and ran off to the kitchen.
When I finally gathered enough strength and managed to get out of bed, I though how great this was going to be. I could not believe there was anything wrong or why anyone would have returned her. Okay the morning cream pie was unexpected. It wasn't the first time I had eaten cum. But from a robot?
I was covered in sweat from being rode hard. I needed a shower. As I walked to the bathroom, I saw Cheryl in my kitchen preparing breakfast for me.
I turned on the water and was adjusting the temperature when from behind I heard. "Greg, would you like for me to join and wash you in your shower?"
I felt like I jumped ten feet in the air. "Jeeze, Cheryl. You scared the crap out of me!" My heart was pounding. "I thought you were still in the kitchen."
"I'm sorry, Greg. I heard the water and thought you would enjoy another fuck session in the shower." Cheryl said.
"What? No. I don't think I'd be able to." I told her.
Cheryl almost looked like she was disappointed as she returned to the kitchen. I managed to finish my shower. My erection did return though, as hard as ever. "Strange." I thought.
Cheryl called out that breakfast was ready. I just pulled on my housecoat and tied the belt around my waist. It was difficult trying to keep my stiffy from poking through the front.
I sat at the table and ate a marvelous Eggs Benny. Cheryl used regular bacon since I didn't have any back bacon. The Hollandaise sauce was strangely delicious.
After I finished and Cheryl cleared my dishes away, I sat and enjoyed my coffee while reading the paper. But suddenly I felt something between my legs. It was Cheryl.
I tried to push away from the table, but she held my chair in so I couldn't get up. Her mouth had found my cock and was sucking me off again.
"Cheryl! I... uhhh!" Was all I could get out of my mouth before I started ejaculation again.
I couldn't believe how much cum came out, let alone that I was able to get hard and come again.
After Cheryl had extracted all she could, from my balls, she released my cock from her mouth.
"Cheryl, you are a most gifted cock sucker, but I can't continue to cum as often as you are making me. I need time to recover." I told her.
She jumped into my lap and gave me a huge wet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth but it was to feed me my own cum again. I tried to protest again, but failed.
"Oh, Greg" Cheryl started. "First, thank you for your compliment. I try my best. I know how much you enjoy cumming. Secondly, you will cum as often as I make you cum. My programming is in tune with your mind and it tells me that you are in need. Third, the items you consume as prepared by me will replenish you."
Over the next few weeks, what she told me seemed to be true. We had some sort of sexual activity at least four to five times a day when I was home and I was able to provide Cheryl with a full load each time. Cheryl took charge of our activities; deciding when and where we would do it; often in public!
When I called Bob at the place where I bought Cheryl and talked him about her ambitious behavior, he said he wasn't sure why and perhaps it was part of the bug in her software. They never could isolate the problems or symptoms. The previous owner never specified what the problems could have been.
In any event, I grew very fond of Cheryl. I treated her more as a girlfriend than a maid. I often took her shopping for clothes, buying her some new sexy outfits for her to wear. She'd model them for me and then we'd have more great sex. I got use to eating her cream pies or being fed cum from her mouth.
Soon, the clothes she selected seemed, I don't know how to describe it, more assertive in design? Dominate maybe? Even though she didn't require any, she applied additional make-up where she used heavier lines and darker colours, almost trending towards Goth. "God, she looked sexy!" I often thought to myself.
As I said, I was very fond of Cheryl. I even brought her as my date with some of my new friends I made. Even they couldn't tell she wasn't real.
Then there was one night I took Cheryl out to Muskie; kind of a new bar so it was very crowded. The group I was with was standing around a tall table near the back. It was as closed to the dance floor we could get.
After I had a few drinks and a number of dances with Cheryl, she covertly slipped her hand below the table and into my pants. She found me already slightly aroused from the twerking she did to me on the dance floor. Her hands were magic as pre-cum leaked from my piss hole.
Cheryl leaned into me. "Greg, let's go home. I need your cum!" It was more of an order than a request as she squeezed it a little more than firmly
She withdrew her hand which glistened wet and licked off my pre-cum. I didn't need to be told twice.
"Sorry guys. We need to go." I informed the others. Most of them smiled knowingly that I was going to get lucky. Off we went.
In my transport, I set it for auto-drive home. Cheryl had my cock out and was sucking it even before we could leave the stationing area. I think I came twice before we reached home.
After parking the auto, we barely made it through the front door with any of our clothes on. My pants were around my ankles. I had no shirt on. Cheryl was pretty much down to just her underwear.
Cheryl took complete control. She literally threw me onto the bed and ripped off any of my remaining clothes. She hooked her hands beneath my knees and pushed them to my head, spreading them at the same time. Her mouth went straight for my hard cock.
