A Day in the Life of Joseph Avens 4

[GZ02]

Joseph sat at the side of side of the bed. The blinds over his bedroom window were drawn letting in as little light as possible. He had stripped himself naked except for his socks. Eve stood in front of him waiting for his next command. Her lifeless doll-like eyes and the high-resolution microphones in her ears were monitoring him, silently measuring his heart rate, respiration and body temperature — as was one of the parameters of the ‘sex/fellacio’ program he had installed in her CPU.

“Commence fellatio program. Subroutine Crab.”

“yes. joseph.”

She got down on her knees and scanned Joseph’s exposed penis and scrotum. She leaned over top of his pelvis and clutched the bed for support. She brought her head up to look at Joseph with her unblinking eyes.

“shall i begin?” she asked simply, matter-of-factly.

Joseph whispered “Yes” already in ecstatic anticipation. His penis was already fully erect and throbbing.

>bio/scan_

>_

HR: 96
BPM: 31
Btemp: 37.1 C
1111111111000000001011111
>sx/prelim_stimulation_/ready_
subrout.07.94115/strt_

She turned her head down and bent over his member. Her mouth opened and a lubricated tongue snaked over the glans caressing and teasing. Joseph’s breath hitched. Her tongue slithered over and under and down probing his shaft. His penis shimmered, now coated with a thin layer of lubricant. The tongue was joined by two cherry red lips as they started to knead on his tip.
(Oh God)
They swept over him and began to suck. His eyes drew back into his head. His mind was on fire. Focused.
The full red lips went down further; swallowing him, then gently drew back. She teased again then swallowed. Forward, then back in a slow gentle sea saw motion.
Forward and back.
Forward and back.
She swallowed him whole, down to the base. Her lips were buried in his crotch, puckering. Joseph grimaced as her tongue pressed and tickled against him. The walls of the bladder installed behind her lips began to contract and expand
(Ahh Sheee-IT)
moving around him in peristaltic waves. A heat sensor activated warming the interior of her mouth, compounding his ecstasy.
(Ahhhhh-Shheeeee-IIIIIIIITTTT!!)
Beads of sweat grew on his forehead. Her head began to move a bit faster as she sensed him building. Her face became lost in the thick sheets of her hair, tickling his groin as she worked. The skin there jumped and formed goosebumps. His breath hitched again then evened out in a long exhale. As she bent over him her tight dress rode upward revealing her smooth perfect ass. She arched her back upward as she maneuvered for more efficient access. One of her breasts popped out of her dress and was lolling and swaying slightly, just at the edge of his field of view. Joseph wished he could touch it.

>stat/JOSEPH_/stim: 57%
>loadEXE.FILE B-02/4555878
strt:BIO/scanprog_aud/begin_
aud/incr+3.504_
HR: 117
BPM: 45
BP: 138S 85D
TEMP: 37.7C
000000000001111111000000011
completed/JOESEPH_/norm

>end:BIO/
cont.

Her body was slithering and arching over him as the Fellatio program ran, making any adjustments to keep JOSEPH_ as comfortable as possible. Today was no different than the other three or four days over the past week she would pleasure him this way. She had done this 287 times since he had acquired her.

loadEXE.FILE B-10/0009832521/sub.414000147
>error
>OS sys/error.
illgl.function/voc_


Eve froze for a second then resumed, “low-priority malfunction. low priority malfunction. illegal system activation.” The speaker in her throat announced as she continued to suck away. A beeping alarm sounded from within her body, momentarily breaking his concentration. “system bypass failure. vaginal stimulation program enabled. termination of current program is suggested.”, her speaker announced.

“Don’t stop! You bitch!” He was panting slightly.

“understood. continuing current program.”

The robot jerked slightly and a whining protesting sound came from somewhere in her back. Joseph was too lost in his ecstasy to notice.

>status:syst.err
CPU2/diseng.pr_
Port/12.2
7.0
9.3
calib/>45.0

>_

system.abb./stat.
localized_

>_run.pro.cont_

Her head continued to seesaw up and down while her torso slowed, stopped, then locked. She was shutting down a few motor systems, as a precaution, keeping whatever was wrong from spreading to other parts of her system. Her neck and head bobbed mechanically. Joseph could hear the rizz rizz of her neck servos with every stroke. Her inhuman and strangely graceful movements were overwhelming Joseph
beep beep beep beep…
and he tightened his pelvic muscles in an effort to stall the building pressure. Lubricant oozed through the robot’s stretched lips and dribbled over his balls. It was getting in her hair. Her vagina contracted and relaxed.
There were two short beeps then suddenly vaginal lubricant spewed forth in a fan from between her bare labia in a wet and squirting fart. It dribbled down her legs and pooled on the bare floor. Briefly emptied, her vagina continued to grind at nothing, hissing and bubbling and slurping. He could hear tiny hydraulic motors somewhere in her lower back pumping away, her main sexual subroutines fully activated as she sucked him. Her hips began to slowly gyrate independent of how fast her neck was working as more clear lubricant continued to spit out of her vagina in clots of spray. She looked like she was being fucked by an invisible third party as she worked her hips this way and that.

Joseph couldn’t hold it
(OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOOAAAD)
any longer finally gave in. He came forcefully into the bladder inside her head. Eve slowed down sensing his orgasm. She gradually came to a stop and gently withdrew her lips, lightly stroking his throbbing dribbling member with her tongue. She licked and sucked it gently until it was clean. Her hips stopped moving too as her OS began to re-calibrate itself to its normal default operating parameters. He fell backward onto the bed, breathing deeply and contented. Too bad he had to leave for work soon.

“Thanks, Eve. That was great” he said breathlessly.

Eve was still down on her knees, unblinking eyes monitoring him. Lubricant and cum dribbling down her chin.

“it was my pleasure, joseph.” Nonchalant. He might have well just complimented her on helping him carry groceries into the house.

“Standby mode.” He breathed.

“yes, joseph.”

Her confirmation came clear as a bell in spite of the full bladder in her mouth. Tendrils of lubricant and semen dripped from her mouth and chin. She looked as if she had been gobbling clear jell-o. Some of it clung to her hair, matting it. More had spilled in a rivulet over her lips, cheeks and chin down her neck and down her dress. More tendrils of clear lube from her other end clung in clots and tracked down her thighs. There was a pool of it on the floor between her knees.

Joseph lay there for a moment catching his breath. This amazing blowjob was brought to you today by the people at Gaia Robotics. He was glad to have her at times like this
(God, am I seriously fucked or what)
unlike a real woman. The ultimate sex toy. Ready whenever he felt like it.

At last he composed himself and got up. He looked at himself in the mirror and put on his shirt, pulled up and belted his pants and loosely put on a tie. Nothing like a good morning pick-me-up to put a spring in yer step. He fixed his hair and slapped on some shaving lotion.

He realized that Eve was still in standby, on her knees behind him in a pool of lubricant. She stared straight ahead, gazing at where he was, burning in ecstasy, not fifteen minutes ago. He turned and looked at the bent over form below him.

(very easy to operate, she’s part of the older companion series but I’m sure you’ll think of her just a bit more than another home appliance)

He knelt down and pulled the robot’s head over to him so that she faced him. He opened her mouth, pulling away the red lips and stretching the corners of her mouth as wide as possible to get at the now filled bladder. Joseph thought of The Joker from the old Batman movies as the soft but durable dermicone stretched and pulled allowing him to actually get his hand into her mouth and disengage the bladder. (talk about a handjob ha ha) It came out with some effort and he brought it into the bathroom to clean it out and sanitize it for the next time. He grabbed a clean washcloth and went back to his room.

Eve remained as she was still bent down, her head looking off to one side since he to manipulate it for him to extract the bladder device, waiting for the next command.

“Stand up and face me.”

Eve jerked back to life.

“yes, joseph.”

She got up in one fluid inhuman motion, without the slightest wobble or hesitation. Whine of muffled servos.

He removed her matted blond mane, and wiped her down. He threw the wig into a hamper, making a mental note to get it cleaned. She looked as good as new. He could see the latchment points where the lifelike dermicone was pulled and anchored to her exposed scalp.

“Clean this mess up. Then, after I leave, begin daily clean up.”

“yes, joseph.”

A beep sounded, then she turned locating the doorway and walked past him locating the cleaning room. Click rizz, clak rizz, click rizz, clak rizz…


8:47 A.M.

Joseph marveled at the amount of time he still had as he prepared to leave the house. He didn’t have to be at work until ten.
He grabbed his things and decided to leave.

“Bye, Eve!” He called. It sounded awkward and superficial to him to say goodbye to a machine but it was part of his morning ritual by now. Maybe if he took her back to Gaia and exchanged her for a more sophisticated and more lifelike model it wouldn’t be so…weird. He waved the thought away. She was, all in all, just a glorified doll but she was important to him in some ways, perhaps more so than he gave credit for.

As if to confirm this, she called back to him. Her wonderfully cold artificial tones floated down to him from upstairs.

“goodbye. joseph. have a nice day sweetheart.”

It was simple reprogramming of her rudimentary personality constructs that enabled to interchange expletives like “honey” or an occasional “sweetheart” or “darling” in place of saying his name over and over. He liked the overall quality of her voice.

Her neutrality.

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On the way to his car he stopped and waved hello to his neigbour. A spunky, aging, vivacious man in his mid-Eighties. He seemed to fill his time collecting and trading 100-year old pop albums, sometimes online, sometimes at various antique conventions held at various times of the year and always eager to share new acquisitions with Joseph.

“Joe-me-boy! Check this out!” he waved a very old and very fragile 78 at Joseph. This is a beauty! Vintage, son! He put it on the even older Victrola he had just inside his front porch. A hundred-year old song by someone Joseph vaguely remembered as Ella Fitz-Something began to sing. A ballad. Terse. Melancholy:

”The further you travel, the harder to unravel the
web
she spins around you
Turn back while there's time, don't you see the
danger sign
Soft shoulders surround you…”

He walked up Allan’s path, mildly fascinated. “Nice, Allan! Anything else you got?” He wasn’t as enthusiastic about antiques as Al was, but he had a soft spot for sentimental things and appreciated any old junk Allan was able to dig up.

“Just a sec!” Allan called back. He dug in the Victrola and produced a small, shiny black object and walked down the path of his house to show Joseph. “Now, this — THIS is rare.” Al said, holding it out in front of him with both hands. “Paid over four-hun’red bucks fer this one. It’s an old Edison wax cylinder from, accordin’ to the dealer, 1902 or ’03. That’s about a hun’red an’ forty years old, Joe! A sonic artifact. An’ it works too!”

Joseph clasped the cylinder by the ends, being careful not to touch the tiny grooves that ran the circumference of the cylinder. He squinted and poked. “So, how’d they play this thing, Al?”

“Well, they used a gramophone to play those early cylinders. They’d put these on a fitted rod that you had to man’ally crank up. It would spin really fast an’ as it did — well it’s like the turntables that came after — a needle connected to a horn rode inside the grooves and the sounds would be amplified through the horn an’ presto! Instant entertainment!”

“Interesting.” He was interested actually. He thought of what life was probably like almost a hundred and fifty years before. Thought about how people in a room would crowd around one of these amazing simple machines — a representative of the industrial age that also gave birth to the railroad, the lightbulb, the car, the airplane, and eventually, electronics, computers, computer hackers — and hear the hollow tinny sounds coming from it, hypnotized by the now ghostly voices of long dead performers. The cylinder gave an extra dimension to the old black and white photos Allan would occasionally show him. It was as if it was saying. “We were here! We actually existed.”

He gave the cylinder back to Allan. It was time to leave.

Joseph said goodbye to Allan and went to his car. Ella Fitz-Something sang.

”Wake up, slow down
Before you crash and break your heart, gullable
clown
You fool, you're headed in the wrong direction
Can't you see the detour ahead?”

[Korby]

Good stuff. Really digging the robotic point of view stuff. Very nicely done.

[tectile]

I really like this story. Nice detail and the character of Eve is interesting.

Basically a first or second generation sexbot that isn't really much more than an advanced computer on two legs is something we haven't seen much of lately in stories.