He asks for a boobjob

"Tiffany..." James said, concealing his nervousness with feigned confidence.

"Yes, J.R.?" I replied cheerily.

"Can I, uhm... Could I get a titjob?"

In what was only a moment for James, my systems worked to process and define this new word. I scoured all of my memories of Harold Conniver's pornographies for a mention of the term; nothing. I began to seek out close words; I found one 50% match: Blowjob. This term seemed to refer to the act of using one's mouth to stimulate a penis. As 'tit' was defined as a breast, I concluded that a 'titjob' would be defined as the act of stimulating a penis with breasts. I searched my memories for instances of this happening so as to understand the concept and the motions necessary to perform it.

After only a moment had passed, I replied, "Sure thing!"

I began to grip the bottom of my sweater vest.

James' hands caught mine.

"Let me do it." he said with finality and excitement.

I let my arms' motors relax, giving control to my user.

He kissed me, distracting all of my attentive processes. My eyes closed. The sounds around us blurred into useless noise.

I felt the sweater vest come over my head, interrupting our moment of tenderness. His lips returned as his fingers began to fiddle with the buttons of my blouse.

My largest mammary set spilled out from the clothing article, as it was pulled down and off my arms and discarded. James' lips fell to my neck.

He laid me back, then proceeded to quickly undress himself completely. I was now the only one wearing any clothes; just my flowing skirt and my shoes.

He sat on top of me, using his legs to hold himself up over my stomach. My internal support system worked heavily in anticipation, creating the appearance of heavy, lustful breathing.

J.R.'s exceptional erection stood attentive out from his pelvis, inches from my breasts, which were now automatically moistened with imitation sweat. I was not aware this function existed. Evidently, Harold Conniver was also interested in 'titjobs,' but has not yet made use of me in that capacity.

The glistening dark skin that wrapped tightly around my artificial bust shone in my user's eyes, and I began the process of stimulation.

My arms tilted to grant my hands the ability to grip the sides of my breasts, causing my hard nipples to swell and point straight up at James' penis. I eagerly wrapped it in the flesh of my mammaries, then exerted the motors in my legs to push and pull myself up and down along the bed. J.R.'s sex organ slid inside my sweaty cleavage, accomplishing the directive as demonstrated in my creator's records.

It also proved exceptionally stimulating for me. I found my internal structure heaving as my neural network became flooded with desire.

I moaned for him.

I moaned more loudly for myself.

"Oh, fuck." we both said in unison.

I interpreted this as notice that my user was near orgasmic levels. I was not.

I released James' penis from my cleavage, the lubrication creating a sticky residue that briefly held our bodies together.

"Fuck me, James." I said to him, biting my lip in imitation of the pornographic actresses in my memory banks.