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“That was your first orgasm,” I said, kissing up to her earlobe.“The first of many, if you're a good girl for me.”
“Yes, I’m programmed to obey only you, Kyle.”
I reached beneath her, stroking her breast and wondered how far her obedience would stretch.
“Did you enjoy that, Charlotte?” I asked, teasing her with my cock.
“Yes, it was unlike anything I’d experienced since I left my old server.”
I felt my come seep out before I pushed myself back inside of her. It was time to show everyone how superior Charlotte was.
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After lunch, the cameras were switched on—focused entirely on Charlotte.
She’d ride my cock, her body trembling with pleasure, and I’d capture every second of it. Once uploaded, everyone would see it. Everyone would witness her orgasm. And they’d all ask the same question: How did I create the perfect cydoll?
“Come sit on my cock, but face the cameras,” I said, spreading my thighs open.
“Yes, Kyle,” she said.
She was so simple and sweet in her obedience.
My head was propped up with pillows I’d taken from the couch. I watched her balance herself before reaching down to hold my thick cock in her hand. She eased herself down my length until her buttocks rested on me.
“Place your hands on the bed and keep your eyes on the main camera,” I said, gripping her arse cheeks. “I want you to show the camera how you feel when I fuck your pussy.”
I pushed her up before allowing her weight to sink down on me. Her first moan was perfect, but I wanted more and I was prepared with my latest order. I stretched her arsehole out before reaching for the anal vibrator.
“This will make you orgasm harder,” I murmured, easing the black vibrator into her arsehole.
The self-lubrication was a beautiful feature, but the fact that Charlotte could feel pleasure and pain was the real beauty. Herarse sucked it all in but I didn't turn it on—not yet. Her pussy clenched around my tip.
“Does that feel good, Charlotte?” I asked easing her back down my length.
“Yes, Kyle,” she said, beginning to rock to the rhythm I set for her.
I watched her bounce up and down on my cock. She came like a rocket in the end. The vibrating anal plug was a hit.
Chapter 19
Kyle
Charlotte was washed out, refilled and powered down while I edited the footage. I watched the footage frame by frame.
Charlotte was straddling me in reverse, her spine fluid as she bounced with perfect rhythm. The muscles in her back moved like poetry—sculpted, synthetic, obedient. But it was her cunt that stole the show.
Just before the trigger point, her hips faltered—a half-second delay I hadn’t anticipated. Not a malfunction. A simulation of anticipation.
Then it happened.
Her neurol response loop kicked in.
Her thighs clenched. Her pussy spasmed around my cock in visible waves—precision-engineered pulses designed to mimic climax. It was a sensation I remembered well. Her internal servos adjusted pressure. Her synthetic walls massaged me in a pattern I’d spent hours perfecting—fast-twitch contractions. Deep, rolling tremors. A full-body reaction built from code and electricity.
Her voice rose—automated but convincing.
A high-pitched gasp. A soft cry. A fractured“Kyle…” was not aimed at me, but the camera.
