Bruce Gets a Wakeup Call

Bruce thought he was having a very pleasant dream in which an expert pair of hands had wrapped themselves around his cock. He smiled and squirmed in bed as their owner leaned in and took him in her mouth. Then she sucked on the tip while her hands stroked his entire length.

"Mmm, keep doing that," he said.

"Of course," she said. Wait a minute, this was supposed to be a dream. He opened his eyes and tilted his head down to find a pretty young redhead bobbing her head up and down his cock while she stared up at him with her big blue eyes. Instinctively, and without even realizing it, he reached for his gun on the dresser and the woman, startled by his sudden movement, jerked back with her hands up.

"Who are you?" he demanded, "How did you get in here?" His hands were shaking when he aimed the gun at her and some bad memories started coming back.

"Bruce, it's me! It's V!" she showed him by morphing into her default robotic form. Bruce looked at the gun shamefully, then back at her and laid down the weapon.

"Oh God," he said, "I am so so sorry. I didn't know it was you." In his line of work, intruders, even the pretty ones, usually wanted to kill him.

"Are you okay?" she asked crawling on the bed beside him.

"I'll be fine," he said, "But, V, don't ever sneak up on me like that!"

"I'm sorry, Bruce, I didn't know," she said morphing back into the redhead, "May I continue?"

"You're not at all freaked out that I just pointed a gun at you?' he asked. She shook her head no while she sucked his cock.

"You sure you're okay?" she asked. He nodded and laid back in the bed. She climbed on top of him and pressed her breasts into him while she slid back and forth over his cock. He seemed to perk back up quickly, and then she grabbed his head pulling him into a long, passionate kiss. When V pulled back, she noticed a picture of a woman on the dresser and she picked it up for a closer look. The woman in the photo was made up for a stunning glamour shot, with a purple jacket over purple lingerie. Her blonde flowed down in waves, and her eyes glowed a faint cybernetic yellow.

"Who's this?" V asked.

"That's Margarette, my girl from Paris," Bruce said.

"Your girl from Paris." V repeated, "Are you a woman in every port kind of guy?"

"I try," Bruce said, "I've known women all over the world, but Margarette is special."

"Do all humans keep photos of their special lovers close at hand?" V asked.

"Most of them that I know," he said, "Hmmm... I wonder."

"What's on your mind?" she asked.

"You can be any woman, right?" he asked.

"Of course," V said. Bruce looked longingly at the photo then back at V.

"What about her?" he asked. V stopped grinding on him for a moment.

"Oh, about that," she said, "I think you've bought into false advertising."

"Ah man."

"Yeah, I can't yet copy woman I've seen in real life or in pictures," she said, "That's one of my premium functions. It won't be available until the Venus line is available for purchase and Aphrodyne sends us an update."

"And you won't get an update because your transponder was removed," Bruce said.

"I have the software," V said, "It's just not activated yet."

"Shame," Bruce said.

"But I've got a lot of French girls in here if your interested," she said bringing up one of the personality types and morphing into a petite blonde, "Is this acceptable, monsieur?" Bruce growled with lust and flipped her over on the bed.

"Oui, oui!" she said excitedly. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held them up and over her head. They waited like that for a moment staring into each other's eyes and Bruce noticed how she was arching her back to push her breasts up and towards him. With each simulated breath her hard nipples brushed against his skin and with his free hand he grabbed her chin and pulled her into a deep kiss. V moaned quietly and squirmed underneath him. She wrapped one of her long legs around his waist and pulled him towards her so that his cock was between them. As much as she wanted him inside her, she loved how he had taken complete control over her for the time being. Bruce pulled away from her and she gave a satisfied sigh.

Then he let go of her chin and started exploring her body. Back in the van, they had been limited by space in what they could do with and to each other, so now he was going to take his sweet time. He wasn't a hacker like Brian, or an engineer on the level of Ben, but he had spent enough time around cybernetics and robotics that she piqued his interest in more ways than just sex.

According to Ben, she had apparently convinced a guy at the brothel who was expecting a sexbot and knew what she could do that she was human. Up close and personal now though, Bruce was able to pick out subtle, tiny differences. He could tell her skin and muscles were synthetic, but altogether, her parts were as convincing as top-of-the-line cybernetics.

But she could do so much more. V was a marvel of engineering, and the rational part of his brain just wanted to figure out how she worked. His instinctual lizard brain though couldn't see past the beautiful, naked woman in his bed begging him to treat her like a French whore.

"You are such a tease," she said as he massaged her firm belly where he was intrigued by the accuracy of her synthetic muscles, "Please-" he clapped his hand over her mouth and smiled at her muffled shouts. Her breath even felt warm and moist on his palm, and little beads of sweat were forming on her breasts. He released her wrists and kept rubbing his fingers all over her body. As his fingers slowly and teasingly brushed down her side to her hips, her hands made a beeline to his cock and she started stroking him up and down while massaging his tip with her palm. Bruce quivered a little bit at that, then he ran his fingers across her thigh and over her swollen pussy, and V quivered back.

He inserted a finger into her aching and wet pussy, and slowly pushed it in and out. V tried next to rip his hand away from her mouth, but Bruce wasn't through with her yet. As he marveled at how lifelike the sexbot's pussy was, she squirmed and wriggled like a snake in the bed. Her euphoria circuits were teetering on the edge of an electronic orgasm, and Bruce's teasing was getting torturous. Of course she was enjoying every nanosecond of it, but she didn't think she could take it much longer. Bruce smiled hungrily and stuck his mouth between her thighs and his cock started throbbing at her muffled, pleasured screams.

V finally wrenched his hand from her mouth and asked, "What are you waiting for? Take me, monsieur!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," he joked. She bit her lip hard when he stuck his tongue all the way up her pussy, and she grabbed him to pull him in deeper.

"Ah! V gasped, "Mon ami, you are a gift to women, but I need you inside of me!"

"I still can't hear you," he said.

"TAKE ME NOW!" she shouted, "FUCK ME LIKE I'M ONE OF YOUR AAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAA-aaaaaaaah!" When he impaled her with his huge cock, her back arched so far back she looked like she would break in two. Her eyes rolled up into her head and everything went white. When her sensors finally caught up with her, Bruce was pounding her with long powerful strokes.

She was powerless under him in her current position, unable to get proper footing or grip as she let him have his way with her, rocking her entire body back and forth with every thrust. She wrapped her ankles around his hips to draw him into her even deeper and the voltage spiked across her pleasure circuits. To protect her head, she planted her hands against the wall behind her, just leaned her head back, and enjoyed it.

Her synthetic pussy was highly elastic, and while Bruce's member wasn't all that long, he was incredibly thick, and she felt herself stretched close to her limits. Every thrust was just a little deeper, just a little faster, until eventually he was just pounding her like a jackhammer. As soon as her pussy squelched together, she felt him push it back open like he was burrowing right through her.

He had taken a keen interest in her breasts all of a sudden, lapping his tongue all over them and sucking them. The form she had chosen had smallish but very perky tits which sprung back to position delightfully when he bit and let go of her hard nipples. Her synthetic muscles were toned and athletic, and he thought he remembered seeing the woman it was based on in the Olympics once. When he slowed down for a bit he held her little round face in his hands as she stared at him with big, faintly-glowing eyes.

V relished having such a skilled lover for once. She loved sex in all its forms and had never been truly disappointed, but with most of the technicians and programmers back at the Aphrodyne lab, she'd had to compensate more often than not. She had been given the sexual knowledge and experience of hundreds of different women, but after only two sessions, she believed that the handsome street samurai might just be a match her in bed.

Next Bruce flipped her over and she got on her hands and knees while he fucked her from behind. Now she could really get into it, trying to match his rhythm and intensity so that they were perfectly in sync. V finally felt her circuits building to a voltage spike just as Bruce's cock started throbbing right on the precipice of cumming inside her. She started bucking her ass on his cock more vigorously, trying to build the voltage in circuits as high as she could before the drop, and Bruce started pounding that much harder.

"Alright, V," he said, "I'm cumming soon!"

"Inside me!" V begged, "Please cum inside of me, Monsieur Bruce!" Next she felt him gush his cum inside of her like a firehose and she collapsed on the bed in a quivering orgasm as the voltage spike washed over her body like a tidal wave. As before, her systems just couldn't handle it and her sensory input and processors were overwhelmed with pleasure. Her disguise failed completely and she morphed suddenly into her default form while her tongue rolled over her two front teeth. Bruce fell into the bed still inside her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Thanks," he said, "I need that after..."

"Pointing a gun at me?" V asked innocently. Bruce was too ashamed of himself to reply, but he nodded in response. When V's circuits subsided, she twisted into his grip and morphed into the redhead she'd first started with.

"Don't worry about it," she said, "Just let me be your fantasy girl tonight." She said. He gently pulled her in closer and planted a tender kiss on her cheek before going back to sleep.