My name is Roger. My serial number is XL-473R, the 'XL' indicating I am the largest model in my production line and the 'R' my physical appearance specifications. I was activated on 21 April 2380 in New Angeles, Calizona. My description is as follows: male, 6'3" in height, 220 lbs. in weight, with a body fat composition of ten percent and a body mass index of twenty-three. My follicle pigmentation is brown as well as my optical units. My epidermal layer is a light brown, what my operating instructions refer to as a "nice tan". I have been informed I have a handsome facial structure with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. Many human females have attempted to initiate flirtation activities but I am obliged to inform them that I am in fact a humandroid.
As a breakdown of the name would suggest, I am a human android. All of my components were artificially created in a lab, though they are nearly indistinguishable from their human counterparts. I am anatomically correct and, with the proper software, fully functional as well. My neural processor, however, still functions very much like a machine. I tend to think in terms of computation and logic than compassion or love. It is this last emotion, love, that set me on a journey of self-discovery the likes of which my neural processor could never have anticipated.
Before I continue, I am obliged to inform you about my owner, who prefers I call her Mistress. Her name is Madeline Arnold. Description: female, age twenty-nine, height five foot nine, weight 165 lbs. with a body fat composition of twenty percent and body mass index of twenty-one percent. Her measurements are 39-24-37 (I must know this because I do her clothes shopping for her). Her follicle pigmentation is brown and her optics a grayish blue. Her epidermal layer is a light brown, though this coloration must be maintained with frequent sessions in a UV emitting cubicle. Human males who are acquainted with my Mistress inform me that she is "quite a dish". How one would go about comparing her to ceramic dishware is beyond my processing capabilities but such is the human vernacular. Despite having many human males who wish to court her, my Mistress has not been with anyone romantically since my activation three years ago.
My story truly began one day whilst I was cleaning up from having served her evening nutritional requirements. I was in the process of disposing of the unconsumed portion in the recycler unit while my Mistress lounged on a divan in the living room of our shared domicile. She was praising my preparation skills once again and I once again informed her that I merely prepared the food according to her culinary preferences. She stated that I needed to learn to "take a compliment" and I filed the instructions in my memory engrams for future reference.
I observed my Mistress in a relaxed physical state, body reclined on the divan, her upper extremities draped above her cranial unit. As I waited in standby mode by her side, I perceived her optical units initiate a scan of my components. My optics detected a dilation of her vascular system as well as a rise in her ambient body temperature. Past experience has informed me that these physiological changes are often a precursor to her next statement.
"Roger, darling. Your Mistress requires attention."
Her activation phrase initiated a subroutine in my neural processor and like an automaton, I began to remove my standard gray unit, my Mistress' optics observing approvingly as I did so. I neatly folded the garment and set it aside. I then kneeled between my Mistress' lower extremities as she hiked her skirt up over her round hips. As is her wont, she was not wearing any undergarments and spreading her legs exposed to me her vaginal port. I could see she was already releasing secretions as I lowered my head and initiated stimulation procedures.
My lips and tongue moved in a pre-programmed pattern across her puffy labia, lipping and licking her folds. Her hips began to gyrate, indicating she found my stimulation pleasing. Spreading her vulva, I exposed her clitoris and began a set pattern of whirls and swirls around the sensitive point with my tongue. My auditory sensors detected a heavy moan as her components seized up. This indicated to me that she had achieved an orgasm. Since my Mistress prefers to experience multiple iterations of this biological response, I continued with my stimulation efforts.
At three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, I initiated an erection of my penile unit. While not instructed to do so, past encounters have informed me that my Mistress often prefers to engage in reciprocal oral stimulation. I have informed her that it is not necessary as it does not affect my performance but she insists on, in her words, "returning the favor".
After stimulating my Mistress for five minutes and fifteen seconds, bringing her to orgasm seven times, she shuddered one last time before instructing me to stand up before her. The tissues of my penile unit were fully engorged at this time, standing erect at its full ten point five-inch length. My Mistress leaned upright to take the tip into her mouth while hand reached to grip the shaft. She began to apply suction as she worked the head in and out.
Now while I have informed my Mistress that stimulation of my penile unit does not affect my performance, that does not mean it does not 'feel' good. Though artificial, my nerve endings function very much like a human's and I have theorized that any hypothetical mal would find my Mistress' particular oral stimulation efforts more than satisfactory. I just do not possess the necessary software to fully appreciate the act of fellatio, more colloquially known as a 'blowjob'. Why it is called that does not compute given that no exhalation of air is involved. Nonetheless, my Mistress seems to appreciate the act and I would do anything within the scope of my programming to please her.
At two minutes and twenty-eight seconds of stimulating my penile unit, I could detect that my Mistress' arousal state had increased due to the increase in the force and speed of her suction. This initiated another subroutine: dirty talk.
"Yes, you like sucking that cock, don't you?" I stated in a flat, monotone voice.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," she hummed, sucking harder still.
"Yes, suck that big cock, you slut," I said, again without any emphasis.
"Mmmmm!" came her mumbled reply. My optics observed that she was stimulating her vaginal port with her fingers and appeared to have achieved another orgasm. I still do not understand by it seems to increase my Mistress' arousal state I saw vulgar things to her while she performs this act but if it pleases my Mistress, so be it.
After five minutes and forty-seven seconds of oral stimulation, my Mistress released my penile unit and lay back on the divan. I then kneeled between her lower extremities and inserted my penile unit into her vaginal coupling. My auditory sensors detected a pleasant sigh from her as I slid my full length into her. I began to thrust at two point three second intervals, this being the optimal pace to achieve multiple orgasms for my Mistress in this configuration. I continued to thrust at this speed for another eight minutes and thirty-two seconds, a placid look on my facial structure the entire time.
At last, my Mistress ordered me to stop and I withdrew my penile unit, still slick with her emissions. It bobbed up and down as I stood and began to redress without a word as my Mistress pulled her skirt back down over her hips. Per my feedback subroutine, I inquired as to whether my Mistress found my performance satisfactory.
"Yes, Roger. Adequate as always," she sighed, staring up out of the window port at the city beyond. I logged the session.
Results:
Total elapsed time: Nineteen minutes and thirty-four seconds.
Total orgasms for my Mistress: Twelve.
Total orgasms for myself: Zero.
Standing by my Mistress should she require any further attention, my optics observed the expression on her facial structure as she stared out the window. The expression was one that my memory engrams had catalogued as indicating an unhappy emotional state. My neural processor calculated this indicator to mean that my Mistress had in fact not found my performance adequate. I reviewed the session, comparing it to previous encounters and found no anomalies or deviation from programming. Still there appeared to be a deficiency somewhere and because I am programmed to please my Mistress to the best of my abilities, I determined to research further and correct the error.
While my Mistress was engaged in her nocturnal rejuvenation phase, I sat in my room inputting queries into my computron unit. Not having a true baseline to start from, I inputted the known data points. For some reason, I was presented with depictions of human couples engaged in various sexual activities. I was fascinated by the many different pornographic presentations and spent hours poring over them. I analyzed, catalogued, and cross-referenced the factors and variables.
At last, I had formed a theory: though the circumstances varied, all of the activities involving a male and female human would conclude with the male achieving ejaculation. Perhaps this lack of ejaculation on my part was the true source of my Mistress' unhappy emotional state as I witnessed many of the females in the videos experiencing elation at their partner achieving orgasm, particularly when the emission was directed upon their facial structure.
Unfortunately, my factory default settings do not include this functionality. I attempted to locate the necessary firmware and found that it was not available for over-the-air transmission. Seeing the notice that I would have to visit an upgrade facility, I retired to my own rejuve chamber. As I initiated REM sleep status, my memory engrams accessed the image of my Mistress smiling, indicating a happy emotional state.
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My initial reception at the New Angeles branch of Humandroid Inc the next morning was less than welcoming. I had walked into the lobby of the monolithic gray building and up to the reception desk where a mousy looking human female with large mammary glands sat. Upon issuing my request to ejaculate, her facial capillaries dilatated and she quickly punched commands into her glowing green holodesk. Two minutes later and a pair of rather large human males arrived. Their style of dress, as well as their nametags, identified them as members of security. They inquired with the receptionist and I again explained my purpose there. After much discussion that included the possible involvement of local law enforcement authorities, a tall human male in a business suit arrived on scene. He inquired as to the disturbance and for the third time, I stated my reason for the visit though in further detail. The gentleman, who identified himself as Dr. Hubert Loftman, merely simpered with laughter as he escorted me to the nearest turbolift.
I now sat across from the director of Research and Development for this branch of Humandroid Inc in his expansive office. The room was dominated by a large holodesk in the center, the walls littered with diplomas as well as anatomical schematics for various models of humandroids, though mostly female. On the desk were solidocubes depicting the tri-di images of an attractive human female and two children in early adolescence, a boy and a girl.
Dr. Loftman observed me with his dark brown optical units for some time without speaking. He had replaced his suit blazer with a stiff white lab coat which was perhaps a size too small. I have surmised from previous encounters that humans who wear incorrectly sized garments are often attempting to accentuate certain physical attributes, in the doctor's case his rather beefy upper torso and extremities, indicating regular engagement in physical fitness activities.
His office was situated on the two hundredth and sixty fifth floor and over his shoulder I observed the towering vista of downtown New Angeles through the window port. Jet 'copters flitted about the skyline like bees swarming towers from silvery honeycomb. The doctor still wore the same bemused facial expression as he leaned his arms on the holodesk, careful to avoid contact with any of the control surfaces.
