Page 3 of Sex Machine

"Would you prefer to see a man, woman, or transgender model?"

I paused to ponder the third option.

"How are your transgender agents equipped differently?"

"Most of them look for all intents and purposes like a normal woman. The only difference is that they're also equipped with a man's external sexual organs."

"Including testicles?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or do some of them have both sets of sex organs, like a true hermaphrodite?"

"We have models in both formats, depending on your preference."

I crossed my legs, reflecting back on my recent dream fantasy where the Arabian genie bestowed me with both sets of sexual organs.

"Why don't we start with a female?" I said. "If all goes well, I might wish to experiment with a different version in my next visit."

"Very well," Bonnie said. "Do you have a racial preference, or preferred hair and eye color?"

I thought back to the videos I watched yesterday and remembered the special cyber robot who'd made me come so hard.

"Do you have a pretty redhead with green eyes?"

"That sounds like Juliette,” Bonnie smiled. “She just happens to be available for the next hour. How would you like to arrange for payment?"

"Oh yes," I said, removing my wallet from my purse as my jeans suddenly dampened in anticipation. "Do you take American Express?"

3

Surrealism

Bonnie led me through a long hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Behind each pane stood a different cyber robot, completely unclothed. Each one was absolutely stunning, but their fixed gaze staring straight ahead was unnerving, making me feel like I was in some kind of wax museum. As I marveled at their ultrarealistic faces and bodies, I half-expected any one of them to begin moving at any time. Every robot had unique facial and physical contours, adding to the eerie feeling that I was being watched by a menagerie of naked department store mannequins.

"Can these robots see me?" I said to Bonnie. "I feel like I have a hundred eyes on me."

"They can sense movement in their periphery, but they're all in sleep mode to conserve battery power. If you were to stop and engage them directly, they would automatically awake and resume full animation."

I paused beside a window with a male robot behind it. His face reminded me of a young Eric Dane, the actor who played the McSteamy character on Grey's Anatomy. His body was perfectly proportioned—six feet tall on a lean, muscular frame. A light dusting of curly brown hair covered his impeccably carved chest muscles, with a thin trail leading down his toned abs to a large, flaccid penis. I could have sworn it moved when I stopped, and as I began to stare at it, it started to throb and bob between his legs.

Bonnie paused when she saw that I’d stopped and walked up beside me.

"He's one of our most popular models," she said, nodding. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to take him for a test drive first?"

"It's tempting."

I couldn't take my eyes off the model's throbbing penis. Unlike most of the artificial dildos I'd played with, this one looked like the real thing, with a pink head and a darker shaft.

"How does that work?" I asked. "I mean, how does he get—hard?"

"Like any other person, he responds to external stimuli. He needs to become aroused in order to respond in kind. We wouldn't want him walking around in public with a hard-on all the time. Would you like to see if you could raise his—interest?"

"Um...sure," I said, feeling my pussy beginning to throb at the thought of having this exotic sex toy inside of me.

"His name is Dylan. If you address him directly, he'll wake up."

I paused, feeling unsure how to talk to a robot.

"Hello...Dylan."

The robot's eyelids blinked open and his eyes shifted to gaze at me directly.


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