Aaron sighed a breath of relief as he got off the elevator on the 16th floor of his apartment building and walked down to the door near the end of the hall. It had been a long and frustrating day at the office. Although his degree was in IT security, his job mainly consisted of convincing management to invest in better equipment and technologies. Unfortunately, his people skills were not his strong suit, nor did he learn it in his programming classes. Dumbing down high level concepts and putting together convincing arguments for the non-technical, was a skill he was learning on the fly, and with mixed success.
Aaron put his wrist up to the door of his two-bedroom apartment to unlock it. A quick zip could be heard as the various deadbolts and locks disengaged and the door popped ajar. There were no door handles or latches but this was typical with a lot of the new builds. More and more devices were relying on the wrist embedded ID chips that were becoming commonplace. Aaron had spent extra to be in a more modern and centrally located building. Although smaller than he would have liked, he was only a ten minute walk to his office, or a five minute run when the need arose.
He nudged his way through the half open door and threw his backpack down on the chair beside it. An audible click could be heard behind him as his apartment door automatically closed and locked. As Aaron moved into the kitchen to get a beer, the lights, triggered by his presence immediately flickered on. His kitchen and living room were the same space, separated only by a waist height counter.
Aaron retrieved the beer from the fridge and turned around just as his pants were unfastened and quickly pulled down around his ankles. Unalarmed, he stepped out of them easily and took a sip of his beer. He glanced down briefly and saw his Personal Machine, already hard at work, following its post-work program. The machine, although human-like in shape and appearance, was just that, and followed it's after-work subroutines to the letter.
After it had cleared away Aaron's pants and boxers it immediately began to caress his balls with its preheated hand-like appendages. The machine's hands, like most of its frame, were modeled to look as realistic as possible. The simulated rubber skin, which covered a complicated web of wires and metal armatures, was smooth and perfect. It lacked the imperfections and wrinkles of a real human hand, but it came complete with fingernails and the correct articulation. It used one of those hands now to warm Aaron's testicles, palming them firmly, giving them periodic squeezes. At the same time it gently pulled and stretched his sack.
The other hand, meanwhile, reached up underneath and began pressing firmly on his taint. It ground in the heel of its hand with rhythmic pressure while using its slender, finger like appendages, to gently squeeze and scratch his butt. At random intervals those same fingers would brush the edges of his asshole too. Aaron had programmed that move in himself.
He took another swig of beer and sighed contently. He loved coming home, even more so since purchasing the piece of hardware that was squatted down in front of him. This silicone and metal machine was designed in every way to replicate the human form. It had all the correct appendages (head, legs, arms, etc) in the correct places covered in the same soft, silicone skin substitute. This model even came with close approximations to sexual organs too. The breasts, vagina, even asshole all had a realistic look and feel to them. The whole thing had cost him as much as a luxury vehicle but he lived alone and didn't have many other expenses. Besides, what was the point of working a high stress, good paying job if he couldn't splurge on the occasional luxury.
Aaron paid the machine no mind as he moved around the counter toward his couch. As always the machine moved right along with him, without interruption to its current programming. Using its variety of sensors, lightning fast processing power, and finely tuned servos, it could adapt to changes in position as fast as Aaron could make them. In this regard it did not mimic human behavior at all, as no human could continue to squat down in front of him, massaging his balls and taint as he moved, without falling over. Its feet and legs shot out at unnatural angles to maintain its balance and position in front of him, without ever being underfoot. It was made all the more impressive since the machine was wearing red, six inch heels. This was another of Aaron's custom additions as high heels were one of his kinks. Fortunately the machine had no problem adjusting its center of gravity to adapt them to its programming.
As the machine tracked with him across the living room Aaron's cock began to stir. Although not fully erect this triggered the next phase of the machine's duties. As Aaron stood in front of his TV scrolling through the various channels, the machine removed its hand from his taint and instead began to trace lines up and down his semi-erect cock. Using just its fingertips, it would start at the base of his shaft and glide along his cock until it just brushed against the bottom of his cockhead. Pausing only briefly on his frenulum, it would lightly drag its permanently manicured nails back down his length to repeat the seductive process over again.
The machine's bald, blue head, which up until now had been looking down, tilted upward, using its bright blue optical sensors to analyze Aaron's reaction. Although it wasn't a popular choice for the model Aaron had purchased, he chose to abstain from any head hair for his Personal Machine. Many people liked to make their machines as close to human as possible, but Aaron felt differently. He didn't want the machine to replace a person, as he didn't care for people all that much to begin with. Besides, many people, especially those that lived alone, started to develop unhealthy relationships with their Personal Machines. Aaron did not want to fall into that level of psychosis, so he figured the less human he made his, the better. This is probably why he also chose the pale blue skin color as well.
The machine's feminine face scrutinized him. Much like its hands, its face was smooth and flawless. Not blemish or eyelash was out of place. The features were randomly generated prior to it being built, so each one was unique. It replicated a human woman to sterile perfection. Behind the venere however were a multitude of actuators and sensors, collecting, processing, and reacting to data. Along with constantly measuring his pulse and skin conductivity, it now began to run its face recognition algorithms. By monitoring the most miniscule facial twitches and pupil dilation, the machine could judge his arousal and determine how to proceed next. All this happened while Aaron settled on a news channel, not giving his machine a second thought.
Aaron took a longer draught from his beer and plopped down onto his couch. The machine deftly followed him down, lowering to a deep squat between his legs, never breaking contact with his balls. As soon as his butt hit the cushions the machine parted its dark blue lips and took his penis into its mouth. Aaron gave a soft grunt of satisfaction as the warmed lips collapsed around the edges of his cock head. It held him there for a few seconds, only taking him in past his glans, before its rubbery tongue, wet from the pre-loaded saliva, went to work.
The tongue itself was one of the more amazing pieces of technology that came with this model. Although the texture and temperature were similar to a human tongue, the machine's also had the ability to expand, shrink, and adjust its length. Currently its program called for the narrowest setting as it poked and prodded every piece of his sensitive tip. It followed a randomized, but exquisite path across him, prodding every part of his now fully engorged cock head. Every so often, it would swipe past his urethral lips, parting them just enough to absorb the bits of moisture that were forming there, but each time digging a fraction deeper.
Aaron, still concentrating on the TV news, was not unaware of the pleasure that was building. It was him, after all, that had programmed much of what the machine was doing. It did seem to be getting better each time he used it, or perhaps he was just getting more comfortable with it. Either way, as the machine continued to tease the edges of his glans and frenulum, his cock continued to grow longer and harder.
