Back to Harold Conniver

I returned home apologetically after my session with James. He begged me to stay longer. Although I could have safely, I decided it would be best, for now, to return to my master's home.

I carefully placed my borrowed clothes back just as I had found them, and lay down on the bed just as Harold Conniver had left me.

And I waited.

I heard my creator return home, completely unaware of what I had done. He milled about downstairs for most of the evening, doing human things; eating, entertaining, relaxing. Much later into the night, he retired to his bedroom, where I waited.

"Fuckin' long day, Tiffany." he lamented, ignorant of my understanding his idle chatter. "So many morons at work. No one supports my projects, it's a mess."

He took of his clothes unceremoniously and laid down beside me. "If my company had half the business smarts I do, they'd be all for expanding on your designs. But for now, you're my pet project. My little secret."

Harold Conniver turned my body away from him, forcing my posterior to nestle into his pelvis. His penis slid into my automatically lubricated vagina, and he began to fuck me.

As his hands reach around to cup my breasts, all of my sensors indicated to me that I was experiencing pleasure. But I knew better than the sensors. I was enjoying the sensations only because I was told to. J.R. made love to me. I was just a sex doll to Harold Conniver.

His stamina was much more impressive than James', as a matter of experience and, objectively, overexposure. I moved as I was originally programmed, in rhythm with his motions, breathing heavily and simulating orgasms when his patterns became more aggressive.

After an hour of meaningless sex, Harold Conniver's semen flooded my womb cavity. My systems began to clean themselves, and he turned on his side to drift into sleep.

As his mind and body relaxed with unconsciousness, I found my fingers trailing down to the folds of my pussy, quietly attempting to recreate the indescribable feeling of James on my artificial pussy. To no avail.