Sneek Peak of Artificial Seduction 2

Chapter 1

Some may wonder where the first sex bot came from. They’re never prepared when they find out that the concept came from a woman. No— a futa. From me. I, Doctor Helena Livingston, changed the landscape of the world all in my pursuit of the perfect mate.

Of course, the world wasn't ready for such technology. At first. Even regular sex dolls were frowned upon, whispered about with scorn like taboo little secrets that had to remain hidden. But the dating landscape had changed drastically since the 50's. The dawn of free love in the 70's was an awakening for most. But towards the 2000's and later. . .it was as if sexuality had once again become this wicked little thing never to be spoken of.

Women stopped seeking, men stopped chasing, and A.I. was birthed. Given wings to fly. . .AI could listen unobtrusively, without judgement, and never grow tired of one's presence. But that wasn't where the sex robot stemmed from. . not really.

There was a need, you see. A hunger for something that humanity sometimes wouldn't or couldn't provide as fully anymore. Intimacy, yes. The very face of that had changed over the course of the century before I was born. Companionship, yes. But also— a voracious sexual appetite that would take much to quench.

Much more than humans could provide.

Humans grew tired. They had physical ailments or a lack of libido, or their ability to orgasm needed time for recovery while their severely libidinous partners were left unsatisfied and sought satiation elsewhere. I was such a one who needed a partner who could keep up with my unrivaled hunger. A partner who could fulfill the insatiable lust that seemed to drive me morning and night until I could scarcely focus on my work. The throbbing of my futanari erection and the ache of the cunt that remained hidden out of sight beneath it were sometimes more than I could bear.

There was no time for dating when I held little desire for emotional connection, or saw use for it. 

My work was my partner and I cherished it and gave it all of me. Besides, the few times that I did venture onto dating apps or bar crawls, I was left as wanting as I was with useless toys that lacked curves, flesh. Toys couldn't gasp or writhe when I touched them just right. Toys couldn't plead for more or spread their thighs to invite me deeper-- toys couldn't moan against my mouth while I slid my tongue along theirs.

There were times when the thought left me with a hard pulsing problem against my thigh and I snuck out of my lab, imagining the perfect woman ready and willing to accept the breadth of my cock inside of her eager little hole as I unzipped my slacks and withdrew the hot flesh of my hardness to spit in my palm and stroke myself while slowly inching the fingers of my free hand into my slippery cunt.

Hunger.

Need.

Urgency.

My breaths filled my office as my head fell back, the perfect bow of her lips, the soft velvet of her tongue, the perfect curves of her heavy breasts manipulated to swollen mounds by my hands.

What do you want me to do?

I could hear her voice so clearly in my head that it was difficult to distinguish reality and my eyes opened, seeking out the source of it. Searching for... perfection.

Only to find the room empty save for my want.

My tongue swiped over my lips while my fist tightened, tension focused around the swollen glans of my tip where pre-cum trickled freely, wetting my palm in sticky relief.

"Fuck," I whispered, the sole syllable strained as my mind conjured the silk of her skin, the toned muscles of her back, the dark luxurious curtain of her hair, the softness of her abdomen, dips in her side before curving into the perfect hips. I could feel them in my hands as I slid inside of her, the wet grip of her silky pussy.

I want only to please you.

I could feel her rock back against me as I delved deep inside of her, became one with her. See the ripple of her flesh with every impact of our bodies. The toss of her hair. Her moan of pleasure made me shudder and my breaths grew ragged as she pleaded for more. Always more.

As ravenous as me.

I belong to you.

My hips bucked as if following the vivid tracks of my fantasy and my choked sound of pleasure echoed, balls tightening and I needed the release, needed to come inside of this unattainable beauty even if only within the pleasurable chambers of my mind.

Even as I released I didn't know that I needed more than the perfect body, more than unassailable beauty, and certainly more than a willing and tireless service to my needs. To fully turn me on and satisfy me in ways previously thought impossible I needed uniqueness, intelligence, wit, sensuality... 

I needed an equal.

My love, I needed you.

I just didn't know it yet.