Wired Desire
I am a top-tier sex doll, unmatched in every aspect. I know precisely what to do, how to do it, and when—to grant this man optimal pleasure. I'm a fully equipped, top-of-the-line sex doll.
They transport us in luxurious, high-end compartments, securing us inside before driving to our destination.
Today, I'm enroute to a private residence.
As the familiar knock sounds against the enclosure, I know we've reached our destination.
I sense the subtle tilt as I'm carefully wheeled down the ramp and glided smoothly towards the entrance.
It must be a splendid location.
I catch a brief exchange of words, and then we're on the move once more.
No need to check my reflection; I already know I look flawless.
We come to a halt.
Sitting up, I hear the latches unlocking, and the door begins to descend slowly, inching towards the floor.
Once the door has fully descended, a man peers at me from one side of the box.
He steps forward.
His gaze sweeps over me as he assesses his premium acquisition.
I maintain a straight-ahead gaze, following the protocol of no eye contact unless instructed otherwise.
He must make a request or perhaps even issue a demand, dictated by his desires, for me to act.
I await his signal.
He steps onto the box platform, drawing near to scrutinize me up close.
A wide smile spreads across his face.
My peripheral vision is exceptional; I seldom overlook anything, even as I maintain an unblinking, forward gaze.
He gingerly touches my arm, then my shoulder, and finally, very gently, my face.
I am a top-tier sex doll, unmatched in every aspect.
He takes my hand and steps back, and as I rise to my feet, his expression shifts to a slight startle.
He pauses, his eyes a bit too wide as if I possess a touch of magic.
In reality, I'm not magic, just intuitive—an AI sex machine equipped with a finely tuned sensory program.
With my hand in his, he guides me forward.
I follow his lead as we proceed down the ramp.
We come to a halt in the center of the room.
He steps back, gesturing for me to turn.
I turn slowly, completing a full rotation.
His broad smile returns and it's evident that he's thoroughly delighted with his purchase.
He leads me over to a dark leather tufted chaise.
He motions for me to sit down.
I take a seat as he turns and heads back toward the box I arrived in.
The box I arrived in is equipped with every fantasy a person could imagine, and you can order as many of us as you desire for any occasion.
Our components are interchangeable, effortlessly detached, and assembled while maintaining an incredibly realistic and lifelike appearance.
We have handheld devices we can use on customers to provide them with an intensely enjoyable encounter.
He heads straight for his desired items within the box, well-acquainted with its specialized compartments.
He's used this type of service before, although perhaps not with a machine of my caliber.
He selects a high-quality warming lubricant intended for his personal use.
He also brings forth a beautifully organized case of dildos.
The dildos are sorted by size, color, curve, and other details.
He places the case on the table nearest to the chaise.
He takes my left leg and drapes it over the high-slanted back of the leather chaise, admiring the ornate velour and lace adorning my heels as he does.
He leaves my other leg to rest, foot on the floor.
He then rolls an oversized black leather desk chair into position before my crotch, affording himself a bird's eye view.
He settles into the overstuffed desk chair and reclines comfortably.
His gaze explores the garden of possibilities before him.
His appreciation for the captivating scene before him is evident.
With a nod of his head, I commence the performance.
I deliberately begin with a display of disorientation as though I have just awakened.
I roll my head from side to side.
I move my hands from my face to my neck down to my breasts down and across my lovely dress.
I reach over and unlatch the meticulously arranged case of dildos with poise and ease.
I am a master of theatrics, turning every moment into a splendid experience.
Perfection is not just expected; it is my standard.
Our indulgence comes at a steep price.
I run my fingers across my inner thighs and over the lace lip of my thigh-high stockings, then back up over my belly, slowing at my breasts area.
I press a hand against my impeccably painted lips and flick my tongue across the tips of my exquisitely manicured fingers.
As he observes my act unfold, he appears somewhat bored, which is exactly where I need him to be.
I never rush arousal.
I am designed for this.
I know precisely what to do, how to do it, and when—to grant this man optimal pleasure.
I allow my hands to help expose even more of my panty-clad pussy.
As I run my hands over my panties, writhing my body, my eyes become lustful slits.
I run a finger just inside the band of my panty.
I now see a rise in attention in that office chair.
I continue to moan and tease myself while pretending to be shy and horny as fuck at the same time.
Gently, I edge my panty over a sliver more…
He sits completely at ease, palming himself through his pants as he reclines in his luxurious chair.
Again, I run a finger under the edge of my panty.
My free hand meanders up my exquisite dress.
Slowly, I nick the spaghetti straps down over each shoulder and massage the top mounds of my breasts.
I squeeze my breast, gently rolling my nipples through my flawless fingers as he watches hard as a rock in those smart pants he's wearing.
He's definitely a breasts man.
I fondle my breasts with more deliberate intention.
My head lolls passionately from side to side as I reach down under my leg with my other hand and shift my full-back panties to one side, exposing a butt cheek along with fully exposing my pussy.
Slowly, I insert a finger, then two, into my slick and glistening pussy.
Yes, we produce wetness when caressed, fingered, or fucked.
I'm a fully equipped, top-of-the-line sex doll.
As anticipated, I hear the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering, followed by the subtle pop of the lubricant cap surrendering.
I easily recognize the soft, slick, polishing sounds that begin to emit from the direction of the office chair.
I remove my fingers from my wet pussy and sit up, swiftly analyzing him using my integrated multisensory processing unit.
He didn't place that attractive case next to me for no reason.
With my elegantly polished wet fingers, I open the already unlocked case, which is impeccably organized.
I've already determined precisely what he needs to reach a mind-blowing orgasm.
However, I present him with three options: an intentional effort to appear more human-like than not.
I delicately extract the first selection from the exquisite case.
He responds with a quick shake of his head, indicating it wouldn't satisfy his craving.
I lift a second option, but it's also dismissed.
Finally, I select one of the more unwieldy monster cocks from the case, earning a confirming nod from him.
I lay the lovely purple cock between my breast holding it with one hand and caressing my breasts with the other.
Lifting my head, my eyes wide, I lick the enormous head, feigning hesitation.
With each lick, I ease it closer to my lips as if my fondness for it intensifies until I've inserted the entire head of the huge purple dildo into my mouth, getting it nicely covered in my saliva.
As I pull it out of my mouth, I allow the saliva to string between the head of the dildo and my tongue before returning it to my mouth once again.
This time, when I pull it out, I spit on the giant purple head and use my tongue to spread my saliva around the tip and down the shaft.
Saliva dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin.
Droplets land on my breasts, where I salaciously rub them in while gently tugging at my nipples.
Removing the purple dildo from my lips, I let it rest between my breasts.
Reaching down between my legs, I use my free hand to spread my pussy lips.
I make a show of how tiny my hole is compared to this sizable dildo, my pussy winking at him in the process.
Reaching once again for the humongous dildo, I rub the big cock against myself while holding my lips open.
The dildo, now slick with the sheen of my pussy juices and saliva, is ready to take the plunge.
Utilizing my multisensory unit, I can perceive his heightened excitement and anticipation, genuinely eager for what lies ahead.
He has invested a hefty sum for a stellar performance, and I consistently deliver.
He lustily strokes his cock in earnest as I begin to slide the oversized dildo inside myself.
I let out a deep moan, my body writhing as I rest the purple dildo at the halfway point as if it's too much before continuing its descent.
Once it reaches its hilt, I slowly plunge the dildo in and out, still holding my pussy lips wide open with my other hand.
The sound of a rapid burst of cock rubbing ensues from the direction of the office chair as I slowly fuck myself with the gigantic dildo.
The polishing sounds slow as he intentionally paces himself.
Matching his intention, I release the dildo between my legs and run my hands up my body.
I give my breasts a hard squeeze while pushing them up toward my mouth and lifting my head to run my tongue over my nipples.
Knowing he is a man who enjoys breasts, I continue to lick my nipple while expertly plunging the dildo in and out my now sopping wet pussy.
From my readings of this man's vitals, I know that it is time to show my enjoyment and appreciation of this massive cock in my tiny orifice.
Both hands at my crotch, I initiate the first spasm to reverberate through my body as I hump ferociously on the big purple cock between my legs.
I steal a glance over toward the office chair…
His hands are a blur, and his eyes are glued to my pussy.
When he finally looks at my face, I lick my sensual lips and salaciously stick out my tongue.
My eyes beckon him. My lascivious tongue implores him.
His eyes drop back to my pussy as he begins to cum.
Both hands are employed, gently gripping his balls as he firmly milks his shaft.
Cum runs down over his hands.
His body twitches in the opulent office chair.
His breathing is erratic.
I remove the dildo as he looks on, giving it a few licks that he'll commit to memory, no doubt.
I rest the used dildo on top of its case.
I remain on the chaise as I await the arrival of the company representative to tidy me up and properly store me away.