-Chapter 1-
Your package is now out for delivery.
Bob was beyond ecstatic. The last year had moved at a snail's pace for him ever since he'd worked up the courage to place an order for an Andromeda Class AI Companion. That was the fancy high class name that the marketing geniuses at Galaxy Robotics had given their new android model. Everyone else called them by a different name, sex-bots.
The year was 2055, and AI was here. It actually wasn't as bad as many had feared. The Human/AI relationship started out a little rocky at first, as AI took a quick look at the world and told Politicians what assholes they were being and how everything they were doing was wrong. Laws were quickly passed to drastically limit and restrict how AI could interact with the world on a social and economic scale, and the Politicians patted themselves on the back and congratulated each other at averting a major disaster.
So the software engineers and developers went back to the drawing board to try to come up with a way to make AI useful without pissing off the wrong sorts of people. Needless to say it didn't take very long at all for a handful of shy, lonely coders to discover what in their minds was the perfect use of AI. Why bother going back to the moon when you can get a robot to suck your dick? And so the Sex-Bot industry was born.
Bob was a software engineer himself and was 42 years old. He wasn't lucky enough to work at Galaxy Robotics, or GR for short, but he wished that he did. Bob did share some things in common with the guys at GR though. He was single, and shy, and sadly very lonely. Bob was average looking, average height with average brown hair. That was unfortunately part of his problem. Bob was completely average in almost every way imaginable. He'd been on many dates in the past year, but he hadn't been able to be intimate with any of them. In fact, it had been two years since the last time Bob had gotten any action whatsoever from a woman. That "action" was nothing more than a pity handjob from a long legged blonde named Tiffany.
Sexual intimacy was the only thing missing from Bob's life. He was very happy with his job. He made a decent living and was well ahead of the curve towards retirement. So far in fact that he thought about maybe retiring in the next five years. He owned a modest three bedroom house in the suburbs in a very affluent neighborhood. He worked remotely, so he didn't even have to worry about commuting into the office very day. Life was pretty good for Bob. The only thing he was really missing was companionship. A problem he'd hoped would be solved sometime today between 3pm and 5pm.
Bob's doorbell had barely rang and Bob was there, yanking the door wide open. Waiting on the other side of the door were two men. One was a tall and lanky youngster. A half-dozen pimples dotted his face and nose. His eyes went wide and he jumped back from the door in surprise. The other man was a short, balding, heavyset man in his mid 40s. Sweat rolled down his face and neck as he leaned heavily against the tall wooden crate emblazed with the words GLOBAL ROBOTICS. He didn't act surprised at all, in fact he just chuckled.
"This is the sixth time I've delivered one of these things, and every time it's the same thing," the heavy-set man wheezed. "Shit, can't say I wouldn't act the same though if one of these got delivered to my house. Wife would probably kill me though!" He laughed loudly and slapped his thigh in amusement.
Bob smiled and chuckled at the man's joke. "Yeah I can see how most guys would react the same when their package shows up. Bring it on inside please."
The tall lanky man, having recovered from the surprise of having the door fly open so fast, went around to the back of the tall wooden crate and started to tip the hand truck backwards. The two men rolled the crate through the doorway and into Bob's house.
"Nice place you got here," said the lanky man in a squeaky voice. "You uhhh, need a hand getting her set up? Maybe we could run a few tests to make sure she's working right?" The man blushed a deep shade of red and tried to awkwardly cover the growing erection that was stretching against his work overalls.
The older man slapped the younger one hard across the back of his head. "Shut up Sammy! You'll get your ass fired for that. What do you think happened to the guy whose shoes you're filling? Dave delivered one of these to a guy's house last week. Guy wasn't home, but the delivery instructions said to place the box inside. Dave couldn't help himself and unpacked it. The owner came home to find Dave balls deep in the sex-bot."
Sammy's eyes half-closed and his face looked lost in thought. "What a way to get fired."
The older man slapped Sammy across the back of his head again and turned to look at Bob. "I apologize for my associate's behavior. We'll be on our way. On behalf of Galaxy Robotics we thank you for your patronage." The two men turned and walked out of Bob's house, Sammy rubbing the back of his head and muttering.
Bob chuckled and closed the door, then turned to look at the large crate now in the middle of his living room. Goosebumps covered his skin as he began to quickly open the crate. He already knew exactly what he would see when it was finally opened. He'd spent a full week customizing and tweaking everything about the android's appearance. Bob's breath still caught in his chest as he finally laid eyes on his very own Andromeda Class android.
She was an even 6' tall. Bob himself was shorter, only about 5'10" but he had decided he liked the idea of her being taller than him. Her legs were long and toned, her arms were also toned and had good definition as well. The android's breasts were DD cups, with stiff pink nipples like eraser tips resting on half-dollar coin sized mocha colored areola. The waist was quite slim, and the stomach had the faintest hint of a 4-pack. He specifically didn't want the body to be overly muscled, as he found that the faintest hints of muscles to be the most sexy. Basically the android looked very lean, lithe, toned, fit, and drop-dead sexy to Bob. Her lips were plump and luscious, and her dirty blonde hair cascaded down her back and ended just at the top of her ass. He couldn't see her ass from this position, as her backside was still in the crate, but he knew exactly how plump and luscious it was as well. He'd picked from hundreds of samples before he found the right one after all. Bob knelt down to look at her pussy. Again, Bob had carefully picked exactly how he wanted it to look. Shaved of course, with a firm clit, and small and wavy pussy lips that barely made themselves visible.
Bob stood back up, anxious to turn on the android. He reached behind her neck and pressed the small indentation that was her power button, then he stepped back. The android's eyes flicked open, and then glanced around the room, finding and focusing on Bob.
"Please identify primary user," the android said in a feminine, but monotone voice.
"I'm Bob, your primary user," Bob said shakily, his mouth going a little dry.
"Voice pattern recognized. Primary user Bob recognized. On behalf of Galaxy Robotics, we thank you for your patronage. This android's designation is SB-22195. I am equipped with the latest adaptive AI technology. I will quickly learn your habits and desires and will adapt to best fulfil them. You as the primary user have full authority over any and all activities. I am now online and ready to service all of your needs." The android spoke everything in that same feminine, but yet very boring, very non-sexy monotone voice.
Bob's heartbeat quickened. It was finally happening. He shakily walked over to a chair and sat down. His mind raced with the possibilities. He knew he'd definitely be making some modifications to the AI's software. The voice was one of the first things he'd need to change. He also knew that he'd need to upload a lot of custom models to help teach the AI a few things more quickly. Bob definitely had a list of kinks he wanted to try with SB-22195! Over the years Bob's porn history had gotten more and more wild. If he had to name his top five kinks, they'd be sensual femdom, bondage, male milking, teasing, and forced orgasms. There was more of course, but those things really triggered him the most. The typical Andromeda Class android didn't know anything about those topics. Something about the GR legal department having to put their foot down somewhere. But across the internet, people wrote all kinds of modules that could be loaded into the androids, and Bob couldn't wait to get started. Before he made any changes, he thought he should probably do a quick test. After all, he'd been waiting a year for GR to build his android, and they have a pretty big backlog of orders.
"Uh, SB-22195? I'd... like a blowjob?" Bob asked quietly from his position on the chair.
The android blinked once. "Blowjob request received. No additional parameters specified. Initiating blowjob routine," the android spoke and took a step out of the crate, then turned to face Bob. She walked slowly over to him, then knelt in front of him. Her hands deftly unfastened his belt, then as Bob lifted his butt, pulled both his pants and boxers down, letting his already hard cock spring upwards.
Bob looked down at the android in amazement. His mind was still amazed at the engineering behind it all. AI, and it was being reduced to a sex-bot that was about to blow him. The android opened her mouth, and it swallowed his cock down to the root. He'd heard her mention additional parameters. In his rush he'd completely forgotten that he could specify all kinds of different options and variations for each sexual activity. Settings like a teasing duration. The android had state of the art medical sensors that would detect how close he was to orgasm. He could ask for variations in the speed, or even ask to stop only after a set number orgasms were reached.
The android, having Bob's cock now deep in her throat, placed a hand on each of his thighs, and began to rapidly move her mouth up and down. Bob could feel a series of O-rings inside her throat constricting and releasing on his cock head as it passed through them. Lubrication was also being delivered from inside her mouth, a little of which began to leak from the corners of her mouth. There was no variation in the speed, which Bob knew was his own fault for not specifying when he asked for the blowjob. The android was still bobbing her head on his cock at a rapid pace, and Bob already felt himself about to cum. The excitement of the day, the sexual tension and buildup over the past year was all too much for Bob to handle. Bob tried to start to tell the android to stop or slow down, not wanting this to be over so quickly, but less than thirty seconds after the android had begun, Bob's cock exploded cum deep into the android's mouth. Bob's hands gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. Sensing Bob's cock beginning to cum, the android once again swallowed Bob's cock all the way to the root and stayed there. The O-rings in her throat however continued to alternate their sizes, stroking the cock and pulling the cum out without her having to bob her head at all. As quickly as it started, it was over, and the android removed her mouth from Bob's cock and stood up.
"Blowjob program has been successfully completed. Did you find my service acceptable?"
Bob stuttered, "Umm... yes? I guess? I was hoping it would last a little longer, but your mouth felt so incredible. I didn't realize how good it would feel."
"Your response has been noted. I shall try to adapt your feedback towards improving future blowjob requests when additional parameters are not specified."
Bob chuckled, still trying to catch his breath from the zero-to-sixty blowjob he'd just received. "Yeah you'll get lots of practice in the future don't worry. I've got some plans to improve your efficiency very soon."
The android nodded her head. "It is my duty to serve and I welcome the opportunity to improve my service efficiency."
