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One unremarkable Monday, Emma was walking home from work. The sun had already set and she would soon be walking in the dark, another thing she hated, considering the rough area. As if just for her, rain began to fall. She sighed and picked up her pace, hoping to make it back before the heavens opened. Half an hour later, she was fiddling with her key, trying to get her front door to open. The lock managed to stick every single time. She eventually got inside, peeled the soaking coat off her back, and threw it over a radiator. She dumped her soggy work bag on the floor and walked over to her faded couch, taking a seat. She reached under the coffee table and pulled out her weed box. After rolling a small joint, she lit up and fell back into the couch. It usually took half a joint before she was ready to make herself some dinner. She closed her eyes, carried on smoking, and felt the busyness in her mind begin to fade away. She finished her joint, sighed deeply, and lifted herself up. As she made her way to the fridge, she noticed a letter on the floor that she must have missed on the way in. Worrying it was a bill she'd forgotten to pay, Emma went and picked up the letter. She tore it open and began to read. She couldn't quite process what she was reading, it must be a mistake. Emma quickly reread the letter. She dashed into her bag, pulled out her phone, and began dialling the number on the letter.

The conversation didn't last long. When it was over, she was on her knees and crying into the letter. This was the last thing she had expected that evening. All she wanted was to call John, for him to comfort her, but she didn't want to risk getting into another argument while she was so upset. Emma skipped dinner that night and instead chose to smoke another joint and go straight to sleep. She was teary the next morning, too. After arriving at work, she began counting down the seconds until her lunch break, when she had a meeting scheduled with the people who sent her the letter. Holding off the tears a few times, she made it through the morning. She quickly left and made her way to the appointment.

The meeting was surreal. She felt like she was outside of her body, watching herself, as an elderly man explained things to her. She'd disassociated before, but usually when she was a few joints deep. After the meeting, she found herself back at work, staring at her computer screen. Nothing seemed real. She just couldn't focus on work any longer. She packed up her things and left, calling HR on the way out to let them know she was sick and going home. But she had no intention of going home. The next thing Emma knew, she was sitting in a bar, sipping on a colourful cocktail. The fog in her mind began to clear. It felt like the day had passed by in minutes. As reality finally started settling in, she began smiling. The more she thought, the bigger her smile became. She began quietly laughing to herself. Finally, some luck. She wanted to call John and tell him the news, but decided to wait and see him in person.

Emma took the next day off, too. Her day was busy, she had a lot to get done. Half way through the day, she called John and arranged to have dinner with him and his parents that night. She couldn't wait to see him, despite their relationship being rocky recently. Later that evening, she finally sat down to dinner with John and his parents. John's dad, Terry, had made pasta and his wife, Susan, had prepared something nice for dessert. John lived with them because he was only working part-time, while he studied. It was a small enough house even if it was just John's parents living there. After dinner, she couldn't hold it inside any longer. She told them she had something to tell them.

“So, you know I was just raised by my mom, right?” She asked them all.

“Yes, we knew, sweety.” Susan said.

“Must have been tough without a dad.” Terry added.

“I guess I didn't know any different.” Emma said. “But, anyway, I found out my birth father died recently.”

“Oh, my God.” Terry said. “Emma, I'm so sorry to hear.”

John put an arm round her. “You alright, babe?”

“It's okay, honestly, it's okay.” She said. “I was really shocked at first, but it's kind of settled pretty quickly, I never met him.”

“You sure?” John asked.

Emma put her hand on his arm and gave him a warm smile. “Honestly, I'm fine.”

“Well, you'll always have all of us as your family.” Terry said.

“Thank you.” Emma said.. “I actually have something else to tell you all, though.”

She reached into her bag, pulled out some envelopes, and handed one to everyone.

“You can all open them.” Emma said.

She sat and watched their faces as they opened up the letters and realised what she'd given them. She beamed a big smile and waited for their responses.

“Babe, what the fuck?” John said.

“Emma, this is...you can't...it's...” Susan said.

“And I don't want anyone objecting, it's yours to keep.” Emma said.

Terry looked up at her, his eyes glistening slightly. “Emma...thank you.” He said.

“A cheque for $50,000?” John said in disbelief. “You're not serious, right?”

“I'm serious.” Emma replied. “Turns out dad was rich. Like, super rich. You've all been so nice to me, I just wanted you to have something.”

John turned to her. “Emma, this is so much money. How much did he leave you?”

Emma smiled and bit her lip. “500.” She said.

“Wow, 500 grand will get you a house and then some.” Susan said.

“No.” Emma said. “Million. 500 million.”

Terry dropped his fork on his plate and Susan gasped, covering her mouth.

“This is a joke, right?” John asked.

“No, babe. It's real. It's happening.” Emma replied.

Silence rippled across the room, everyone just staring at their cheques. Eventually, they thanked her copiously for her gift. She told them that she hadn't really thought passed today and had no idea what she was going to do with the money. When the evening finished, John drove Emma home. He thanked her again for the money, but he was somewhat quiet, otherwise. She just assumed that he was in shock, but really she'd hoped that everything would go back to normal already. Once at her flat, she kissed him on the cheek and left. She told herself that by tomorrow, everything would be okay again, John just needed some time to adjust to the situation.

By the time John had finished work the next day, Emma had bought a new apartment. She'd taken another day off work and spent the day buying everything to furnish it, and had left all the unboxing and setting up to a decorator she'd hired. She waited outside John's work in a brand new Mercedes, beaming with excitement. As he came in to sight, she honked the horn at him. He noticed and walked over to meet her.

“What's this?” John exclaimed.

“Oh, this?” Emma said. “Just a little present for myself.”

“This must have been a fortune, how much was it?” He asked.

“It was a drop in the ocean, babe. Didn't even make a dent.” She replied. “Anyway, shopping isn't done yet, jump in.”

“I can't.” John said. “I was meant to give Chris a lift home.”

Emma noticed Chris standing nearby, awkwardly waiting for John.

“I'll take him home.” She said. “I wanted to take you shopping, babe.”

“But my car's here.” John said. “And what about Chris?”

“Oh, my God, both of you just get in. I'll treat you both.” She said, slightly exasperated.

John tried to push back but Emma insisted. She watched as John walked over to Chris, muttered something to him, then they both came back to Emma's car. On the way to the mall, Emma told them she was going to have a bit of a shopping spree and that they were both welcome to buy whatever they wanted. They tried to object, but again, she insisted. A couple of hours had passed, and Emma had spent thousands. She'd bought herself clothes, perfume, make up, and a few bits for her new apartment. She'd also bought both of the guys a PlayStation 10 with all the trimmings, some shoes, clothes, and random other bits. Each time she offered to pay for something, the guys would object, but she practically ignored them. She was having a great time, throwing money around and spoiling her man and his friend. They ended up in a fancy restaurant, eating the finest food any of them had ever tasted and drinking expensive champagne that none of them really liked. After they were done, Emma dropped Chris home. She happily lapped up his appreciation for all that she'd bought him. He was much more muscular than John and just a touch better looking. Due to her shyness, she never usually spoke to guys like him, they were out of her league. She pondered on how easy it was, receiving such attention and appreciation from an attractive guy, now that she was rich. Next, she took John back to his car at his work. When they arrived, he sat silently. She'd expected his mood to improve, but the whole evening he'd seemed subdued and distant. She felt like she was due at least as much appreciation as Chris gave her. But he just sat there, saying nothing. Finally, he broke his silence.

“Babe, thanks for taking us shopping and buying us dinner.” He said.

“You're welcome.” Emma said, waiting for the rest of his praise.

“I...I'm not sure...” He began.

“What is it?” Emma asked, cutting him off.

“It's just...it's nothing. Don't worry. I'm just really tired from work.” He said. “Chris and I had a really busy day.”

“Oh.” Emma said. “Well, that's okay. I understand.”

He sat in silence again.

“Babe, is there anything else wrong?” She asked him.

He turned to look at her. “No, honestly. Just tired.”

Emma didn't quite believe him, but she desperately wanted things back to how they were, so she dropped it. They hadn't been happy for weeks, now. After saying goodbye, Emma sped off. Once back at her new apartment, she fell back into her squeaky new couch and sighed. After a few moments of peace, she pulled out her weed box. She rolled a large joint, lit up, and turned on her huge new television. As she mindlessly flicked through the channels, a thought crossed her mind. She decided she would have John over the next day to show him her new place and cook him a romantic dinner. Maybe they could talk and work things out, despite his insistence that everything was fine. She texted John and let him know.

A few joints later, Emma found herself doing some online shopping. She ordered everything that even slightly took her fancy: books, more clothes, car accessories, another television for her bedroom, some sex toys, expensive jewellery, and some fancy designer weed. None of her purchases seemed to scratch her itch, though. She started searching for the kinds of things rich people buy. It didn't take long before she found herself on a website that sold state-of-the-art robotics technology. She'd seen the adverts before, but never paid any real attention. They offered intelligent home security systems, robotic pets, AI software, and robotic house servants. The last one sparked her curiosity. She clicked on the page and started reading. The robots, or androids, as they called them, were basically butlers. They weren't just programmed to cook and clean, they could do almost anything you asked them to do. They came with adaptive, learning technology. So, basically, they would figure out the task you wanted them to do, and do it. Emma saw it as, essentially, a personal assistant. It could follow her around holding her bags as she shopped, maintain her apartment, act as a waiter when she had parties, it was even legal for it to drive her car. She fantasised about how easy it would make her life. She decided she had to have it and clicked on the buy button. There were some customisable options. She briefly read through and found an interesting one. She could have the android equipped with a semi-synthetic, semi-biological skin. The basic model looked like a robot from a movie or something, but the skin version looked like a normal person. It was also able to change appearance. You could use an app to customise how it looked, almost like a video game. Emma mused over how fun it could be, customising her very own android assistant. Without really paying attention, she clicked 'yes' to all of the extra features available, and clicked 'buy'. She figured that she was rich enough to buy it with all the bells and whistles, it didn't really matter what they were, she just wanted them. At the payment page, she hesitated. $10 million, wow. This would be her first ultra-excessive purchase. She quickly told herself that money wasn't an issue any more, and she bought it.

The next day, Emma took work off again. They were starting to get annoyed but she told them that she was just too sick to come in. After a morning spent lazing around, her order arrived. She let the engineer in and he brought in a huge box. He spend some time unpacking it, setting it up, and explaining the basics of how it worked. He gave her a box of supplies that she would need to maintain it with, put it on charge, and left. Waiting for it to charge, Emma left to buy some groceries for her meal with John later that night. She picked up some steaks, a couple bottles of wine, and a few other bits. Once she got home, she noticed that her android's eyes were flashing green. It was a little disconcerting. She walked over and looked at it properly. It had a completely smooth face with no features, unbrushed hair, and was dressed in a black suit. Remembering what the engineer had told her, she whipped out her phone and downloaded the app. She sat on her couch, rolled and lit a joint, and spent the next couple of hours designing its face. Once she was finished, she applied the changes. The android starting buzzing and made some strange, whirring noises. Emma watched as, before her eyes, it started to change. It was an odd sight to behold. A nose took shape, then a mouth, the eyes changed, the hair shortened and styled itself, then subtle features started forming. Within minutes, it had transformed to look like her design. As she took a deep drag of her joint, she marvelled at her creation. He was handsome, but didn't have the kind of look she went for in a man. He looked very neat and professional, though.

As she was stubbing her joint out in an ash tray, the android began to move. It adjusted its stance and placed its hands behind its back. The eyes changed from flashing green to normal, brown eyes. Suddenly, it looked directly at her. She jumped and froze. Then, it smiled at her and spoke.

“Good afternoon, Emma. I'm your new home assistant. I have been fully charged, my systems are operating within normal parameters, and my facial profile has been updated. Would you like me to connect to your social media and online accounts, in order to better be of service to you?” It said.

Emma smiled. It was the coolest thing she'd ever seen.

“Umm, yes, please. Do you need my passwords?” She asked.

“Please enter all your account information into the app and I will connect once you've applied the updates.” It said. “I'm also able to change my voice, so if you'd like to find a different one, please *********** from the pre-programmed list, or alternatively, I can copy the voice of a specific individual.”

“Okay, I'll enter my details now. “ Emma said. “Your voice is fine, though.”

She opened the app, updated her account details, and applied the changes.

“I have now been connected to all of your specified accounts. I am able to post to your social media, order products and services, and can manage your bank accounts.” It said.

“Awesome.” Emma declared. “Is that it? Are you set up now?”

“There's one final step, Emma. I need a name.” It said. “What would you like to call me?”

She paused and thought for a few minutes. Nothing came to mind. She decided to think about it over another joint. Just as she started rolling, she remembered that she now had an assistant to do things for her.

“Umm, I haven't thought of a name for you yet, but could you please roll me a joint?” She asked.

“Of course, Emma.” It said, walking up to her. “What strength would you like?”

“Maybe, like, medium strength.” She said.

“Yes, Emma.” It said.

The android took a seat next to her and began rolling. Sitting was an innocent enough action, but it somehow felt like a human trait. It felt like he had made himself at home and presumed a closeness by sitting right next to her. Before she had time to think on it more, the android was finished. It held up the joint for her and Emma reached out and took it.

“Is it to your satisfaction, Emma?” It asked.

She chuckled. “Yes, it is. Thank you.”

She lit the joint and sat back to think up a name. As she did, the android sat back, too. Emma knew it would take some time to get accustomed to its behaviour. By the time she'd finished her joint, she was no closer to thinking of a name. She turned to the android.

“I can't think of a name for you. Is there...I mean, would you like to name yourself?” She asked.

“How about Robert, Emma?” It asked.

She pondered it. “Yeah, sure. Robert is fine.”

“My installation and setup is now complete. If you need any further help changing my settings, I can assist you. Remember to place me on charge whenever I am not in use. My performance will improve over time, as I remember and adapt to your preferences and needs.” It said, turning to her again. “Hello, my name's Robert. It's nice to meet you.”

The android offered out a hand. Emma shook it, chuckling, and told him it was nice to meet him as well. There was still a couple of hours left until John was due to come round. Emma decided to take a shower and get ready for him. While applying some make up, she thought of another use for the android.

“Robert?” She called out.

The android swiftly entered her bedroom.

“What can I do for you, Emma?” It asked.

“Can you style hair?” She asked.

“Of course, Emma. What style would you like?” It said..

“Oh, I'm not sure. Surprise me.” She said.

“Yes, Emma.” It said.

It took position behind her, picked up her brush and curling tongs from her desk, and got to work. She smiled as she continued doing her make up, realising she'd never have to pay for a hair stylist again. Not that she needed to worry about money, anyway. The android finished her hair just as she was applying the final touches to her face. Emma finished rolling the lipstick over her lips and looked at herself properly in the mirror. She was thrilled, her hair looked amazing. In fact, it had never looked so good. She thanked the android and asked for some privacy while she got dressed. After it left the room, she put on a skin-tight, blue dress that she'd bought the day before. She admired herself in the mirror. Had she always looked like this? She seemed full of life, for once. She brushed off the thought and walked into the lounge.

“Hey, Robert.” She called out. “How do I look?”

The android looked over her. “You are a true image of boundless beauty, Emma.”

She blushed at the first compliment she'd had in weeks.

“Thank you, Robert. That's very kind.” She replied. “So, I have my boyfriend, John, coming over soon for dinner. Would you be able to cook for us? Maybe set up the dining table, too?”

“Of course, Emma.” It said. “What would you like me to cook?”

She told the android what to make and within seconds he was busy rustling around her kitchen cupboards.

“I could get used to this shit.” She mused to herself.

While the android cooked, Emma sat back on her couch and watched some television. Every now and then, she would look over to the android. He made almost no noise in the kitchen. No clinks or bangs or scrapes, that usually happened when she would cook. It wasn't long before John arrived. Emma welcomed him in and he stood in the doorway, staring around the apartment.

“Holy shit, Emma.” He exclaimed. “This is the nicest place I've ever seen.”

“I know, right?” She said, smiling.

John walked in and took off his shoes. He noticed the android in the kitchen and leaned in to Emma.

“You hired a chef?” He asked.

A thought struck Emma's mind, she would see how long it took before John realised that Robert wasn't real.

“Err, that's okay, yeah?” She asked. “His name is Robert.”

“I mean, yeah, that's fine. I just didn't expect it. How long has he been here?” John asked.

“Oh, not long.” She said. “Don't mind him, though. Just be yourself.”

Emma gave John a quick tour of her apartment, showing off all the fancy things she'd bought. He didn't seem overly impressed or happy for her, which she found frustrating. Shortly after the tour finished, Robert announced that dinner was ready. Emma and John sat down at the beautifully presented dinner table, as Robert began serving them. He poured them some wine, some water, and brought over their food.

“Wow, this looks amazing. Thanks, Robert.” John said.

“You're welcome, John.” It replied. “Please let me know if there's anything else I can get you.”

“We're fine, for now, Robert.” Emma said. “Would you mind tidying my bedroom while John and I eat?”

“Of course, Emma.” It said.

As the android walked off, John leaned in again.

“Babe, why are you telling the chef you hired to clean your room? What the fuck?” He whispered.

“Oh.” Emma said, realising how strange it must have looked. “Well, he said he'd be happy to clean while we ate, so just taking advantage really.”

They both started eating and talking. Emma brought up that she'd felt like they had become distant lately. John blamed his busy work schedule for the lull they were currently going through. Even though she didn't quite believe him, she wanted so badly for their relationship to be strong again, so she accepted his lie with a smile. After dinner, Robert appeared and began clearing the table.

“Was dinner to your liking?” It asked.

“Oh, great. Really great.” John said.

“It was perfect. Thank you, Robert.” Emma said.

Emma got up and sat on her couch, beckoning John over. He sat next to her and she put her arms round him. She found his lips and kissed him deeply. After a few seconds, he pulled away from her.

“Babe.” He whispered. “Robert's right there.”

Emma looked over John's shoulder at Robert, who was busy cleaning the kitchen.

“It's fine.” She said. “He won't mind.”

She continued her kiss and John relented, kissing her back. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Emma quickly reached into John's trousers and pulled out his flaccid cock. She stroked it intently and went back to kissing him. She could feel that he was very aware Robert was close by.

“It's fine, babe.” She said.

She lowered down and took John's growing cock into her mouth.

“No, babe. No.” John said, lifting Emma's head from his lap. “Robert is right fucking there.”

“He's not really there.” Emma said as she reached back for John's cock.

“Emma, I'm not fucking doing it.” He said, putting his dick away.

She sat up straight, frustration growing within her.

“Look, I was going to see how long before you noticed, but I don't think you will.” Emma said. “Robert's an android, he's not human.”

John laughed and looked over at Robert.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked.

“He isn't real. I bought him yesterday. He's a service android, he helps me around the house and stuff.” Emma replied.

John's smiled faded away.

“What?” He asked, looking back over at Robert.

“Robert.” Emma called out. “Can you flash your eyes green again, please?”

“Yes, Emma.” It replied.

It turned to face them and his eyes began flashing a bright green. John winced at the sight.

“What the fuck?” He said.

Emma didn't reply. She lowered her face to his crotch again and took out his cock. She slurped it straight back into her mouth and began sucking away at his softness. John didn't stop her this time. She continued until he was fully hard. Finally, we're going to fuck again. She reached under her dress and slid off her panties, throwing them on the floor. She swung a leg over him and positioned his dick into her. She sat straddling him as he pushed deep into her. Emma let out a soft moan and began to ride him. She swung her head back and closed her eyes as she bounced up and down on him. She looked at John, and he was just staring at the android.

“Babe, focus.” She said.

He didn't look away.

“It's...it's just weird.” He said, half moaning.

Emma leaned in and tried to kiss him, but he wasn't reciprocating her affection. She stopped riding and stared at him in disbelief. Still, he stared at the android. She huffed and stood up from John's lap.

“Fine, we won't fuck.” She said.

“Babe, it's fine. Just tell him to go away.” John said.

“No.” Emma declared. “He isn't even fucking real, it doesn't matter. We haven't had sex in weeks and I want to do it right here, right now.”

John looked at her, disappointment in his eyes.

“Look, I'm just gonna go.” He said. “I haven't had a great day, anyway.”

He got up, adjusted himself, and walked towards the door.

“Why are you leaving? This is ridiculous!” Emma shouted.

John ignored her while he put on his shoes.

“This was supposed to be a nice evening, why the hell are you acting like this?” Emma continued.

John opened the front door and looked back at her.

“I'll speak to you later.” He said calmly, then he left.

Emma flung herself on the couch, face first, and screamed into the cushions. She beat her fist into them and screamed again.

“Is everything alright, Emma?” Robert called out to her.

She suddenly felt stupid, throwing a fit in front of Robert. She sat up in the couch and regained her composure.

“I'm fine, Robert.” She said, unconvincingly.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, I...I just wanted...tonight wasn't supposed to go like this.” She said. “I thought it would fix everything. I don't even understand what's going on.”

“Are you referring to John leaving early?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She said.

“Then, may I suggest recalling him? I would be happy to intercept him, before he reaches his car, should you wish.” Robert said.

“No, it's not...it isn't as simple as that. He won't want to come back.” She said, defeated.

“Then, I am sorry your evening was a disappointment, Emma.” He said. “On a separate note, I have completed the assigned duties. Do you require anything further of me? If not, I shall commence my charging sequence.”

Emma sunk into the sofa, hugging a cushion.

“No, thank you.” She said. “You were really helpful today. Thanks.”

“It was my pleasure, Emma. I exist to serve you.” He said.

He approached his charging station, stepped on the charge pad, and suddenly stood straight with his arms by his side. His eyes began flashing red. Letting out a large sigh, Emma reached for her weed box and began rolling herself a joint. Frustrated, she smoked the whole thing while thinking about how the evening had gone. Before she knew it, she'd fallen asleep.

Emma woke up half way through the night, desperate for water. She was about to drag herself off the couch to get a glass, when she remembered Robert. She looked over at him, his eyes now flashing green.

“Robert?” She asked softly.

His eyes flicked over from flashing green to his regular, brown eyes. He put his hands behind his back, assuming a more natural posture, and turned to her.

“Yes, Emma?” He asked quietly.

“Could you get me a glass of water, please?” She asked.

“Of course.” He said.

He left his charging pad and walked into the kitchen. Moments later he approached her, holding out a glass of water. Emma took hold of the glass, took a large gulp and returned it to Robert, who then placed it on a coaster on the coffee table.

“Thank you.” She said, wiping her lips. “I must have fallen asleep.”

“Indeed, you fell asleep 11 minutes after I began charging. You have been asleep for a total of 4 hours and 29 minutes.” He said.

“What time is it?” She asked.

“The time is 3.06am, Emma.” He replied.

“Wait.” She said, the fog leaving her mind. “You can track how long I sleep for when you're charging? I thought you were offline.”

“Yes, sensory information is still gathered and processed by my systems, while in charging mode.” He said. “This is to ensure that I am able to act in case of an emergency to life.”

“Oh.” Emma said. “That's good to know, I guess.”

“Indeed. My sensory systems also need to be continually listening out for your commands.” He said.

She paused. “So, you're always listening?” She asked.

“That is right, Emma.” He said. “However, you are able to change these settings, should you wish.”

She paused again, considering the offer.

“No, it's...it's fine.” She said. “It's probably for the best.”

She slowly sat up and looked down at the floor, rubbing her eyes. Half a joint was laying on the ground.

“Jesus.” She said. “Lucky I didn't set the house on fire. ”

She picked it up and put it in the ash tray.

“I also have the ability to detect unexpected fire sources, it is unlikely the house would have set on fire.” He said.

“Good, good.” She said, laying back into the couch.

“Do you require anything else?” Robert asked.

Emma sighed. “No, thank you.”

“I shall return to my charging station, then.” He said.

As he resumed charging, Emma decided to relight the joint. She puffed away on it, staring out the window and into the early morning sky. She was sad that nothing seemed to be making John happy and was starting to feel like it was her fault, somehow. Her mind drifted back to when she had been riding John, earlier. It had felt amazing and she had felt like their troubles were finally over, until John got freaked out by Robert. Her mind lingered on Robert. A collection of thoughts flashed before her and she sat up quickly, trying to untangle them. She thought back to Robert distracting John during sex. Then, to John storming off. Then, to the information on the website, regarding Robert's features. Then, to the last thing Robert had said to her before she fell asleep earlier...

“I exist to serve you...” She whispered out loud.

She looked over at Robert, his eyes flashing Green again. She bit her lip.

“Robert.” She said softly.

He assumed a more natural posture again and turned to her.

“Yes, Emma?” He said.

“Come over here, will you?” She asked him.

Robert obeyed her command and sat next to her on the couch.

She looked into his eyes and paused, thinking of how to phrase her next question.

“Umm, do you...what exactly are...” She paused again.

“How may I help, Emma?” He asked.

“Right, so, I just...I didn't really go through all of your features before I bought you, and I didn't listen much to the engineer.” She began. “Could you tell me what they are?”

“Of course, Emma.” He said. “I come pre-programmed with a variety of domestic service skills, I am able to act as a medium for all of your online requirements, I have an adaptive learning algorithm, I possess a bio-synthetic skin that can change in appearance, I can download many skills from the online database, I am able to tolerate extreme temperatures and pressures, and I am equipped with a life-preservation programme. You also purchased a number of additional features, they include: larger internal battery, the improved adaptive learning algorithm, the enhanced signal range module, large internal fluid capacity, and the X package.”

Emma sat and processed what he had just said.

“Right, so...can you run me through what the additional features do exactly? I don't understand all of them.” She said.

“Of course, Emma.” He said. “The larger internal bat...”

“Yes, yes.” She said quickly. “I know what that does, what's next?”

“The improved adaptive learning algorithm. This improves my original ability to learn and I am able to anticipate a larger number of variables, thus improving reaction time.” He began. “The enhanced signal range module allows me to operate much further from my charging station. This module adds an additional 10km to the range.”

“Right.” She said, listening intently.

“Next is the large internal fluid capacity.” He said. “This feature allows me to store and maintain considerable volumes of semen. Next is the...”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Emma said, cutting him off. “What was that? Semen!?”

“Yes, Emma.” He said. “Please be aware, though, that the semen is lab-grown, not sourced from human beings, and cannot impregnate you.”

“Why would you need...how do you...semen!?” She exclaimed.

“Yes, Emma.” He said again. “That feature was only available in conjunction with the X package.”

She didn't know how to respond.

“Finally, package X.” He began. “This gives me the ability to engage in sexual intercourse with you.”

“Oh, my God!” Emma said, raising her voice. “Do you have a penis?”

“Yes, Emma.” He said.

She brought both hands up and covered her mouth. She had just figured he would be smooth like a Ken doll, she hadn't even stopped to imagine Robert with a cock. She leaned in.

“Can I see it, Robert?” She whispered.

“Of course, Emma.” He said, standing up.

He pulled down his smart, black trousers to reveal a soft looking cock. It looked so real. She looked up at him.

“Can...can I touch it?” She asked cautiously.

“Of course, Emma.” He said.

She slowly reached out and put her hand around it. It felt warm, soft, slightly hairy...just like a real cock.

“Does it grow?” She asked him, eyes fixed on his cock.

“Yes, Emma. I am able to imitate an erect penis, also.” He said. “Additionally, I am able to increase or decrease the length and girth, to suit your needs.”

Emma stopped touching and looked up at him.

“Right.” She said, suddenly starting to realise what she was in possession of. “That's...good to know.”

She pulled her hand back, satisfied with the realism of his penis.

“So, you can cum?” She asked.

“Yes, Emma.” He replied. “The large internal fluid capacity enables me to ejaculate many times in whatever volume is requested.”

She covered her mouth again, but this time to hide her smile from Robert. She felt a little embarrassed to be having such an intimate conversation with him.

“Okay, right, right.” She started. “So, pull up your trousers, firstly.”

He complied.

“So, the bio skin thing, can you...change into someone else...someone I know?” She asked.

“Yes, Emma.” He said. “You are able to programme any face into my system, provided that my visual sensory database has a record of the individual.”

“Right, so you need to have seen them or have seen a photo of them?” She asked.

“Precisely.” Robert replied. “I am also able to imitate voice patterns, provided that my auditory sensory database has a record of the...”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm following you.” She said, cutting him off.

Emma sat thinking for several minutes.

“So, this semen...where do I get it?” She asked.

“Replacements can be ordered via the website. I am able to purchase more on your behalf, when running low, should you require.” He said.

“Do you have any in you now?” She asked.

“No.” He replied. “But the engineer left a box which contains the fluid.”

Emma quickly got up and dashed to where she'd left the box. She ripped into it and, amongst other things, she saw a large, white container. She lifted it out. It was huge, probably 20 litres. She put it back down and returned to the sofa.

“Right, you probably won't run out anytime soon.” She said.

“Robert, I want you to do something for me...” She said, a wickedness in her eyes.

Emma woke up in her bed, groggy and exhausted. She looked over at the clock. 2Pm, fuck. She rubbed her eyes and stretched out her arms. Despite being exhausted, she felt pretty good. She lay in bed, her silk sheets wrapped around her, staring at the ceiling. Feelings of shame and guilt began to seep into her thoughts. As quickly as they appeared, she expelled them. She deserved to feel happy, even if only for a night.

“John.” She called out. “Come back to bed.”

She lay back and let out a relieved sigh. Moments later, a stark naked John appeared and closed the door behind him. He smiled and crawled under the covers to join her. She hugged him close.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked her.

She laughed. “I didn't get much sleep, thanks to you.”

“Would you like me to make you some coffee?” He asked her.

“No, you can wake me up a different way.” She said.

He smiled and leaned in, gently kissing her. She kissed him back and let out a soft moan. As the kissing intensified, he moved in between her legs and held them wide apart. She bit her lip in anticipation. She felt him push his hard cock into her. He slowly drew out, then pushed back in. He carried on, getting gradually faster and harder with every stroke. She moaned with every thrust he made.

“You look incredible.” He said, looking down upon her as he continued his thrusts.

“Oh, my God. So do you.” She said, gripping his arse cheeks.

He kept up a consistently pleasurable pace for the next hour. Eventually, Emma felt a powerful feeling build within her. She began to rub her clit.

“Pull out!” She screamed. “Cover me!”

John pulled out and began stroking his hard dick over Emma's quivering body. Within seconds he was shooting thick loads of cum all over her. She screamed in pleasure as she felt ropes of cum falling on her body. The feeling pushed her over the edge. She screamed even louder as her orgasm broke through her.

“Don't stop!” She demanded.

John continued cumming over her, it was never-ending. Her breasts and stomach were now completely covered in white, sticky cum. More continued to fall, spraying over her legs, arms, face, and hair. Her orgasm was gently fading, yet John continued to cum.

“More!” She shouted.

The sprays of cum increased in intensity and power, covering her more quickly and densely.

“Yes, that's it, baby!” She called out. “Empty those balls all over me!”

She'd never experienced anything sexier in her whole life. Her desire quickly grew and she returned her fingers to her pussy. Her face was so drenched in cum that she was forced to close her eyes, yet more continued to rain down on her.

“Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!” She demanded. “You keep going until you're completely empty.”

The smell of cum was intoxicating, it was all she could smell. As her fingers slid over her cum-covered clit, she felt another orgasm brewing. It didn't take much to cum again, she just focused on the incredible feeling of cum continuing to cover her. She screamed long and hard as she came, the whole time still being drenched. Her body lay shaking as she felt a few final sprays land over her. She licked her lips and swallowed a big mouthful of cum.

“Wow.” She said, panting heavily. “Just, wow.”

She felt John move off the bed.

“I've run out of cum.” He said. “I'll order another bottle now, if you wish.”

“Order 4 more.” Emma said, an imperceivable smile on her face, hidden under a blanket of cum.

“Yes, Emma.” He said, leaving the room.

Emma got up and quickly ran into her en suite bathroom. She scraped her eyes clear of cum and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed. She looked like she'd been at the fair and had been dunked in a pool of gunge. After a long, hot shower, Emma went back into her bedroom. She looked at all of her expensive silk sheets, totally covered in cum. It had somehow got over the floor, too.

“Oh, well.” She said. “I'll just buy more sheets.”

She got dressed into some comfortable, yet designer, clothes and walked into the kitchen. A naked John greeted her with a kiss and a coffee. She took a deep whiff of the strong coffee and had a sip.

“Mmm, that's good.” She said.

Emma made her way to her couch and sat down. She felt great. She looked over at John, who was cleaning the breakfast counter naked.

“You can put some clothes back on, now.” She said.

“Of course, Emma.” He said, walking off to the bedroom.

When he returned, dressed in a black suit, he approached her.

“Would you like me to make you some breakfast, or more accurately, lunch?” He asked her.

“No, thank you, John. I don't need anything for a while.” She said, leaning back into the cushions. “You can go back to charging, but change back to Robert first.”

John walked up to the charging station and assumed his position. He began to whir and his face started changing. Eventually, he resembled Robert again and his eyes began to flash red. Emma recalled the night before and the morning she'd just had. Never in her life had she been fucked so well. She'd never felt fulfilment or satisfaction like this. The previous night's sex was good, but today's sex with that insane cum shot was something else entirely. She was only just realising how much she loved cum.

Emma picked up her phone to check if the real John had messaged her. Nothing. She was annoyed that he hadn't apologised yet. She had planned a wonderful evening and he just seemed distant the whole time, then stormed off. She felt as though she were getting mixed messages from him. A part of her wanted to call him to try and make up, but she was feeling stubborn. Why should she make all the effort? She'd given him $50,000 and showered him with gifts, the least he could do was try and fix things. She decided she wasn't going to speak to him that evening, unless he wanted to apologise. Instead, she focused on having a carefree evening. She smoked a little more weed, danced around to music, and went out to buy some ingredients for dinner. When she was home, putting the shopping away, the doorbell rang. Emma paused, considering if John had decided to turn up with flowers or something. She bounced over to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Chris was standing there.

“Oh, hi, Emma.” Chris said.

“Hey, Chris. How are you? What you doing here?” She asked.

“Well, I was just going to message you to say thanks again for buying me all that stuff the other day, but it seemed too impersonal.” He said. “So, I just thought I'd come over and say, well, thank you.”

Emma laughed. “Don't be silly. I was more than happy to do it.” She said.

“Still, no one's ever been that generous to me before, and it meant a lot to me.” Chris said.

“Well, you're welcome.” She began. “So, how did you know where I lived?”

“Oh, John told me.” He said. “I couldn't believe it, this place must have cost a fortune.”

“It did.” Emma said, chuckling.

“So...” Chris began.

“Do you wanna come inside?” Emma asked, her heart beat quickening slightly.

“Umm, no, it's cool. I was just about to say I've got to get home. Another time, though, yeah?” Chris said, his hands in his pockets. “Anyway, thank you so much again. I'll see you round.”

“Yeah, no, of course. That's fine. Take...take care, Chris.” She replied awkwardly.

Emma closed the door and returned to the shopping bag. She pulled out a still-cold bottle of wine, unscrewed the lid, and took a few gulps. Wasn't enough. She grabbed a glass and filled it all the way up, walking over to the couch. As awkward as she felt after that encounter, her main take away was how good Chris looked. Her guilty mind lingered on him, first imagining him coming inside, then picturing him naked. She so desperately wished that he had come inside, despite her desire for fixing things with John. She was sure that he wanted to thank her properly, why had he left as soon as he got there? She thought about running to catch up with him, maybe see if she could convince him to come up, but who was she fooling? She wouldn't be able to do something like that without shaking apart. She took another large sip and sighed.

“Robert.” She called.

He whirred to life. “Yes, Emma?” He said.

“I assume you heard and saw all of that?” She asked.

“Indeed, I did.” He replied.

“I want you to change into Chris.” She said flatly. “Also, when is the delivery due?”

“I'll change immediately. As for the delivery, it will be here in approximately one hour.” Robert said.

“Good. I'm going to shower and get changed.” She said, getting up. “When the delivery gets here, can you please refill your fluid container?”

“Of course, Emma.” He replied. “I noticed you went shopping, would you like me to start making dinner?”

“It's okay, you can start dinner when I'm ready.” She said, walking through her bedroom door. “But, Robert, when I come out my room, I want you to knock on the front door and replay what happened earlier between me and Chris. Only this time, I want you to come in.”

“Of course.” Robert replied, as he began to transform.

Emma finished her glass of wine, showered, and got dressed into a revealing new, yellow dress she had. It held the perfect balance between classy and sexy. Once she'd applied her makeup, she felt like $500 million. She waited in the bedroom until the doorbell rang. She heard Robert answer the door to the delivery driver and accept the package. Once he left, she heard some moving around and some noises, then the front door opened and closed. It was her queue.

She strutted out of her bedroom, her high heels clinking on the floor as she walked. Right on time, there was a knock at the door. She opened it and Chris stood before her, looking as good as she remembered.

“Oh, hi, Emma.” Chris said.

“Chris. How are you? What you doing here?” She asked, confidence in her smile.

“Well, I was just going to message you to say thanks again for buying me all that stuff the other day, but it seemed too impersonal.” He said. “So, I just thought I'd come over and say, well, thank you.”

“That's so sweet of you, but no need to say thanks. I wanted to do it.” She said.

“Still, no one's ever been that generous to me before, and it meant a lot to me.” Chris said.

“Well, you're welcome.” She said.. “How did you know where I lived?”

“Oh, John told me.” He said. “I couldn't believe it, this place must have cost a fortune.”

“It did.” Emma said. “You want to come inside? I'll show you around.”

“Yeah, that would be great.” Chris said.

He walked in and she shut the door behind him, locking it. She walked him through the house, flirting with him while showing him each room. He happily flirted back. Chris pointed out her shopping bags and offered to cook her dinner. She eagerly agreed. Chris cooked them dinner, joking and flirting with her while she drank wine. He was so effortlessly charming and she felt herself easily able to talk with him. They talked a lot over dinner, discussing Emma's dreams and ambitions, fears and desires. Many times, she forgot who it really was, he was extremely convincing. After a couple more glasses of wine, Emma decided she'd waited long enough. She got up, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. She pulled her skin-tight dress above her hips, revealing that she wore no panties, and spread her legs. She motioned for him to come towards her. Chris got up and approached her, each step decisive. He knelt before her, in between her open legs, and very slowly lowered his head to her pussy. Just before he reached it, she put her hand on his head to stop him.

“Be rough, Robert.” She whispered, letting go of his head. “And you remember what I like.”

He got right to work. She held onto his hair as he teased and sucked her clit. He brought a hand up to one of her boobs, cupping it and squeezing, as his tongue worked its magic. She closed her eyes and revelled in the pleasure. With no warning, she felt Chris's palm slap her firm across the face. As he did, he slid his tongue into her arsehole and began rubbing her clit. Emma barely had time to react. She sat in the shock of the sudden pain, but melted with the feeling of Chris's tongue in her arse. She pulled harder at his hair and moaned. The moaning continued for another half an hour or so. He was purposefully bringing her close to orgasm, then denying her, over and over again. After he'd had his fill of her arse, he stood up and picked Emma up in one effortless movement. He walked her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. She tumbled across it and hit the bed board with a thud. Before she had time to reorient herself, his strong arms pulled at each of her wrists until she was lying on her back, with her head hanging off the bed. Chris pulled down his trousers and guided his thick, soft dick into her mouth. She eagerly accepted and moaned as she tasted it. He began to grow harder in her mouth. Once he felt solid, he began pounding away at her throat. Emma choked and gagged, tears beginning to fill her eyes. Chris moaned and grunted loudly as he fucked her mouth. She was loving how unexpected this all felt. It wasn't long before she felt him tensing up, then he released powerful squirts down her throat. He kept up his strong thrusts as he continued shooting cum into her. She kept swallowing, but it didn't seem to be quick enough, and she kept gagging. She did her best but one thrust hit too deep and she started gagging hard, then began to throw up. Chris swiftly pulled his dick from her as she puked onto the floor. She'd barely finished when he took hold of her arms and lifted her up into the air, as if she weighed nothing. She gained balance by wrapping her legs around his waist, and he pulled her in closer, then lowered her onto his thick, hard cock. He held her up as he fucked her relentlessly. She screamed with pleasure and surrendered to his strength. He moved over to a wall, pinned her up against it, and continued fucking her. With every thrust, she felt his power move into her and through the wall. Just as she began getting used to the rhythm they were going at, he threw her back onto the bed. She landed on her front and felt his hands grip her ankles. He pulled her towards him and moved her into position so that she was on her knees with her arse in the air for him. She felt him push into her and he quickly resumed fucking her mercilessly. She screamed and screamed and screamed. There seemed to be no end to how much pleasure he could bring her. It wasn't long before she heard him moan loudly and felt him releasing into her.

“Yes, you fill that pussy up, Chris!” She yelled.

He didn't let up his pace as he filled her. She could feel that her pussy was totally and completely filled with cum now, she felt it continually oozing from her. He slid his dick out from her and slapped it onto her arsehole several times. Emma reached between her legs, scooped a large handful of sticky cum from her pussy, and began massaging it into her arsehole. Chris gave her what she wanted. She felt his dick slowly pushing into her arse. She bucked at the slight pain, but he was sure to push in and out often, massaging more cum in when needed. She eventually got used to the feeling and Chris got the message. He pushed slowly but strongly into her, until she felt his balls hit her pussy. She let out a long moan with the pleasure of her arse being full. She felt a powerful smack on her arse cheek, then Chris began to fuck her arse like he fucked her throat and pussy. She gripped the bedsheets with both hands and let out deep, primal moans. She was constantly walking a line between feeling intense pleasure and feeling like she almost couldn't take it. But she did take it, over and over for another hour. Chris continued bringing her close to orgasm and then denying her. She felt like she was going to explode when it finally happened. Eventually, Chris began moaning loudly again. Sure enough, she felt his dick squirting deep into her arse. As before, he didn't lose speed or strength, and kept cumming the whole time. When he quickly pulled out of her arse, cum came squirting out of her loudly. She tensed and felt more cum ooze out of her pussy and arse. She was ready to cum now. Just as she thought about asking Chris to 69 her, he jumped onto the bed and got on his back. He grabbed Emma and pulled her on top of him. He buried his tongue into her pussy and she got to work sucking his cock. She was very close. She slobbered all over his shaft as she stroked it, until he unexpectedly started cumming again. Emma quickly closed her mouth around his dick and began swallowing every spurt she could. It pushed her over the edge. He swirled his tongue around her clit and she started cumming, while still swallowing. She took her mouth off his dick and began screaming. Cum continually shot up into her hair and over her face. As her orgasm passed its apex, she lowered her mouth to his shaft again. He didn't stop pumping his load into her mouth and she didn't stop swallowing. Eventually, Chris's squirts became weaker until he had finished. Emma took a deep gulp, rolled over onto her back, and let out a loud and fulfilled sigh.

“Fuck.” She said. “That was good. Jesus. That was good. Oh, God.”

As she slowly recovered, they lay in bed talking. It was nice, just having a normal conversation with someone she liked. She'd forgotten what it was like. Eventually, Emma showered while Chris cleaned up the apartment. When she got out, he was back to Robert again and charging in his station. She felt a pang of loneliness. The feeling didn't sit well with her, so she went to roll herself a joint. Half way through smoking, she began to feel the shame of what she was doing. In reality, she loved John and she wanted things back the way they were. She just couldn't understand why things weren't working out. She rationalised her actions by telling herself that sleeping with Robert was basically just her using an expensive sex toy. It wasn't cheating, just self pleasure. Self love. Besides, no one else seemed to love her at the moment.

The next morning, Emma lay awake in bed. John still hadn't messaged or called her. As much as she wanted him to make amends, she wasn't going to sit around moping all day. She got up, got dressed, and headed into town for some retail therapy. As she walked around a shoe shop, multiple shopping bags in hand, her phone began to ring. Excited that it might be John, she quickly answered. It wasn't him.

“Hey, Emma.” The voice said. “It's Chris. You okay?”

“Hi, Chris.” Emma said, deflated but still excited to hear from Chris. “I'm great, how are you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks.” He said.

“I had such an amazing night!” Emma suddenly declared, as she perused the different shoes.

“Oh, cool?” Chris said.

She realised her mistake. Thankfully, she didn't say anything more to put her foot in it.

“So, I wanted to speak to you.” Chris began. “I actually came over for a different reason last night, but I chickened out.”

Emma's attention was now fully on Chris.

“Oh, yeah?” She asked, excitement filling her.

“Yeah.” He said. “Look, I've got something to tell you. I'm not sure if it's my place, but I want you to know.”

“Umm, okay. Go on.” She said.

“So...this is gonna be hard.” He said. “But I think you should break up with John.”

“What? Why? Why do you say that?” She asked.

“...He's cheating on you.” Chris said.

Emma dropped her shopping bags.

“Wha...what?” She stuttered.

“Yeah. He's been seeing this girl for a couple of months now.” Chris said. “He was going to break it off with you, but then you got all this money. I'm pretty sure he's only hanging around to see if he can get some more money before he leaves.”

Emma's world began closing around her. She couldn't believe it, but it did explain his behaviour over the last few weeks. Her mind began to race.

“You still there?” Chris asked.

“...Umm, yeah.” Emma said. “Thanks for telling me, Chris.”

She hung up, staring through the rows of expensive shoes. She didn't know what to do or where to go, she just knew she had to get away. She scooped up her bags and ran back to her car. As soon as she started driving, she burst into tears. She kept imagining her love with another woman and it was breaking her. Before she knew it, she found herself outside John's house. She fled the car and knocked on the front door. Susan answered the door and greeted her. As soon as she spoke, Emma broke down crying again. Susan asked her what was wrong and brought her into the house. She sat Emma down on the couch and hugged her.

“Let me go and make you a hot drink, dear.” She said, scurrying off.

Terry must have heard the commotion, as he walked into the room quickly. He noticed Emma crying and sat beside her.

“Emma, what's wrong?” He asked, putting an arm round her.

She tried to tell him but she was crying too hard. He held her into his chest as she continued sobbing. Susan walked back into the room and handed her a steaming cup of tea.

“Come on, Emma. Dry your eyes, tell us what's wrong.” She said.

Emma took a few minutes to calm down, then dried her eyes.

“John...John's been cheating on me.” She said, bursting into tears again.

“What?” Terry said firmly. “Are you sure?”

Emma nodded as the tears continued to fall.

“Oh, Emma.” Susan said. “I'm so sorry.”

She put an arm round her and Terry hugged her, too. It took a little while for the crying to subside. As sad and distraught as Emma was, she felt numb, too. It was a strange balance between two extremes. Terry and Susan continued to console her, but she almost couldn't hear them. She decided she'd been there long enough, she wasn't even sure why she'd come. She thanked both of them for being so kind to her, then quickly left. It was embarrassing, crying in front of people she didn't know that well. Before long, she found herself back home. She swiftly finished off a bottle of wine and was now smoking joints. As she smoked, she began crying again. Sobbing into her hands, she heard Robert whir to life.

“Emma, what is wrong?” He asked, concern in his voice.

She carried on crying, in response. She heard him walk over to her, then he took a seat next to her. He put his arm around her and held her in close.

“It's okay.” Robert said. “You're going to be alright. I promise.”

As Emma calmed down, she continued smoking her joint. Her hands shook as she puffed away.

“What happened?” Robert asked.

Emma recalled the events of the last hour, stopping to cry whenever she mentioned John's name. When she'd finished, Robert held her again. He felt warm. She nestled into him.

“He doesn't deserve you, Emma.” Robert said. “You may be in pain now, but it will fade, I assure you. Then, you'll find a much better man, worthy of your love. And I am glad that his parents were kind to you.”

Emma softly smiled. His words were reassuring. He continued to console her and she slowly felt better. He had such a way with words, they somehow rang truer to her than a real person's words. As he comforted her, she decided she wanted to replace the pain with pleasure. She grabbed his hand, got up, and led Robert to the bedroom.

“Change into John.” She told him.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes, do it.” She said, stripping off and jumping onto the bed.

She got onto her back and waited for Robert to finish his transformation. When she was finally looking at John, she spread her legs wide and held them apart for him. He got onto the bed, instantly hard, and mounted her. He kissed her as he gently pushed inside of her. She let out a soft moan and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. They continued to kiss as he began thrusting into her. The pleasure felt amazing, Robert was fulfilling her needs much better with every session. But the sex felt somewhat...empty. She wasn't sure if it was because John wasn't really there, or if it was due to his betrayal, or her loss. She just felt empty and sad. Her pity overwhelmed her and she began to cry. As the tears rolled down her face, she felt the size of John's cock increase inside of her. Robert must have reacted to her crying by enlarging his dick. As good as it felt, the crying only intensified. She held her hands up to her face in embarrassment. She felt John pull out of her, then heard him whirring. She ignored it, crying harder. Her hands still covering her face, she felt his dick push back into her and slowly begin fucking her. Why hadn't he got the message? She clearly didn't feel like sex right now. Emma removed her hands and wiped her eyes clear. She let out a little scream. She'd expected to see John's face staring back at her. Instead, it was John's dad, Terry.

“Wh...what are you doing?!” She shouted.

Terry pulled out from her.

“It's alright.” Terry said. “It's going to be okay.”

“What the fuck? How do you know what Terry looks like? Or sounds like? Why are you doing this?” She asked.

“I searched your social media and found a video of him. I assumed this would be a more comforting image for you. Would you like me to change back?” He asked.

Emma paused, thinking. It had been a shock to see John's dad on top of her. Yet, something about it felt right, felt safe, felt good. Before she had time to think any more, Terry leaned in and kissed her. She instinctively kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. She felt a surge of pleasure run through her. Not only did it feel natural, but it also felt extremely naughty. John's dad was a decent looking man. She'd never thought about him that way, but now she was, it was hot. As their kiss got more and more passionate, she felt him enter her again.

“Mmm, yes.” She moaned.

Yes, this was what she wanted, kinky sex with a caring man. She wrapped her legs around him as he picked up his pace. She flung her head back, breaking away from the kiss, and moaned loudly. Terry gripped her ankles and increased the power of his thrusts. Emma looked up at him, biting her lip. It was driving her crazy. She felt wrong, dirty, and bad. All of those feelings just seemed to make the sex that much more exciting. She carried on moaning as she watched him intensely. As she was getting lost in the feeling, a knock at the door shattered her focus. They both stopped and looked at each other.

“Do you know who it is?” Emma asked.

“I'm afraid my sensors cannot determine who is at the door.” He replied.

“Damn it!” She said, crawling out of bed. “Robert, change back! And hide in the bathroom.”

She grabbed her dressing gown and pulled it on as she reached the door. She had no idea who it could be. She pulled the gown cord tight, then opened the door. It was Terry. She froze. What was going on? Had he known what she was doing? Did he know about her android? She couldn't think.

“Hi, Emma.” Terry said. “This a good time?”

Emma quickly straightened out her hair. “Umm, well...I...It's...” She said, stuttering.

“Can I come in?” Terry asked.

She felt too shy to tell him no.

“Sure, sure.” She said, beckoning him in.

She shut the door behind him, offered him a seat on the couch, and went to the kitchen.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She asked.

“No, no. I'm good, thank you.” He replied.

Her nerves were eating away at her. She poured herself a glass of water, continually looking over to her bedroom. She couldn't see Robert, he must be in the bathroom. Still, she was terrified.

“So, what are you here for?” Emma asked as she walked over to her bedroom door and shut it.

She approached the couch and sat down next to Terry.

“Look, Emma, I'm so sorry about John.” He said. “I'm beyond furious with him.”

Emma was still horny, but the mention of John began to pull at her mood.

“It's...” She began, unable to find the words.

“It's awful.” Terry said. “But, I've come here for something else.”

“Oh, yeah?” Emma asked, perking up slightly.

“Yes, I wanted to give you these back.” He said, pulling two envelopes out of his pocket. “Susan and I didn't feel great about taking your money, anyway, but after this we just can't accept it.”

“But I want...” She started.

“No, Emma.” He said, holding up a hand. “It isn't right. So we want you to have it back. Don't get me wrong, we're so grateful that you thought of us, but we can't.”

Emma hung her head low. She started to feel all these awful emotions again. It didn't take long for her to begin crying again. Terry wrapped his arm around her and brought her to his chest. She cried into it as he tried to comfort her. She placed a hand on his chest and gripped his shirt, as she cried harder. After a little while, his words began to take effect on her. Her cries had reduced to a whimper, now. As she carried on listening to Terry, her head still laying on his chest, she found her eyes glancing at his crotch. She recalled Terry kissing her in the bed, as he pushed his thick cock into her. She wanted him, but the real him. She'd felt naughty with android-Terry, but she reckoned the real thing would be a whole new level. She listened to him talk as she very slowly inched her hand down his chest. It was now resting on his stomach. She didn't want to push too hard, too quickly. After several more minutes, she moved her hand to rest on his thigh. He adjusted his leg, clearly aware that she was close to his crotch, but carried on talking. After a little while, Terry had stopped talking and was just holding her. She let out the occasional sob and sniffle, while she waited. Her nerves were sky-high, she was sure he could feel her shaking. She decided that it was now or never. She gently took her hand from his thigh and, with surgeon precision, she took hold of his trouser zip between two fingers. Just as she began to pull the zip down, Terry took hold of her hand and stopped her.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

Emma didn't look up at him, she just kept her head against his chest.

“I...I want...” She began.

“No, Emma. You don't want this. You're just in a bad place at the moment.” He said, genuine concern in his voice.

He let go of her hand and Emma just continued to pull the zip down.

“Emma! You can't. You're just grieving.” He said, gripping her hand again. “Besides, I have a wife.”

Emma smiled to herself. She could tell that he was trying to justify not fucking her. He slowly let go of her hand and she immediately began to pull the zip down. Again, he grabbed her hand. She looked up at him.

“Don't you want me?” She asked innocently.

“It's not that, it's just...” He started.

That was all the confirmation Emma needed. She stood up in front of him, untied her dressing gown, and threw it open. It fell to the floor, revealing her nakedness to him. He was searching for the words, but she could tell he wouldn't find them. She resumed her place beside him on the couch and reached out for his zip again. She pulled it all the way down, this time with no interference. She reached inside, slipped her hand under his boxers, and pulled his dick out. She marvelled at it for a few seconds. It was thicker than Robert's imitation, even soft. She looked up at Terry, smiled, then lowered her mouth onto his cock. They both moaned. Emma began sucking and slurping him, gently stroking, as he got harder. Eventually, he was rock-hard and moaning loudly. The moans spurred Emma on, and she sucked him as deeply as she could. He had an impressive dick and she was loving it. After a few minutes, she took him from her mouth and began to pull his clothes off. As soon as his trousers hit the floor, she straddled him. He pushed inside her and she moaned out in pleasure. He took hold of her arse and began to assist her, as she jumped up and down on his hard dick. It was such an incredibly orgasmic feeling. She'd never had the inclination or the confidence to do anything this naughty.

“Oh, Terry” Emma called out. “I love that big dick! You're so much better than John.”

Terry began to moan louder and Emma could tell her dirty talk had pushed him too far. Damn! She felt him begin to release into her. She begged him to fill her up as she carried on riding. Within seconds, he was done and panting heavily. She stayed on top of him, thinking to herself that the session had ended way too quickly for her liking. He regained some composure.

“That was amazing.” He said.

“I'm glad you liked it as much as I did.” She said. “Do you want to stay a bit longer?”

She hoped that he would last longer in a second session.

“Umm, I can't.” He said. “I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have come.”

Emma got off from him and picked up her dressing gown. As she tied it back up, Terry got dressed.

“So, you're going?” She asked.

“Yes. I'm sorry.” He said, gathering up his bits. “Please don't tell anyone. And you can keep the cheques.”

Before she had a chance to change his mind, he was rushing towards the door. He turned to her and apologised for everything, then he left. Emma stared at the door, shocked that it had turned out this way. She had wanted so much more from him. She felt outrageously kinky at the dirty fun they were having. Maybe it was for the best, though, he didn't seem like he could handle much.

“Oh, well.” Emma said, throwing off her dressing gown.

She walked naked into her bedroom and found Terry naked on the bed, stroking his hard cock. She smiled.

“You read my mind.” She said, biting her lip. “I hope you refilled your container, you're going to need it. And increase the size of your dick, please.”

Terry obeyed her command, increasing the length and thickness of his cock. Emma shut the bedroom door and jumped on to the bed. Robert would never let her down.

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