She is his

"You're my ****." John said simply. "You do what I say, when I say. I own you." Every nuance of the AI's features was so masterfully animated that he had to constantly remind himself that she was just that, an AI. Not real. Still, saying something so bold was a little awkward to his own ears.

But Slut took it in stride. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know! Should I call you Master? Should I kneel? I think slaves kneel. Tell me what to do, please. I've never been a **** before. I promise I will learn quickly." She slid from the couch onto her knees as she asked her questions. "Is this good, John? Do I please you?"

John stared at the innocent babe kneeling at his feet. This was insane. Worth every penny of his months of carefully hoarded savings. "Yes, this is good."

Slut smiled brightly, pushing her chest out just enough to really accent her curves. "I believe slaves also serve their masters sexually. Would you like me to pleasure your penis with my mouth?"

Her use of language was a little stiff; it took him out of the excitement of their interaction a bit. John hoped that would smooth out as they spoke more. "Cock. Don't call it a penis. Call it a cock, or dick. Penis is not sexy. But yes, if you can do that, show me. Suck my cock, Slut."

She bowed her head, still smiling, and scooted forward on her knees to unzip his very real-seeming virtual pants. Everything felt extremely real to John. Her slightly cool fingers on his hot skin as she gently freed his rapidly-swelling cock, the mix of eagerness and nervousness on her face, even the pleasant stretching sensation of his own erection felt exactly like real life.

Slut opened her mouth and wrapped her pretty lips around his cock and all attempts to remind himself that he was in a simulation fled. She was shockingly skilled to the point that John wondered if she really could just read his mind. But more likely she had access to the Internet and was acting out some amalgam of any number of porn scenes.

Either way, Slut sucked cock like a pro. She demonstrated no gag reflex whatsoever as she worked her way gradually down the full length of John's shaft, wetting and licking and sucking as she moved back and forth, gently taking more and more into her waiting throat. She'd pull back and tease his tip with her tongue, gently cupping his balls or stroking his shaft for a moment while studying his face and then she'd greedily gobble the whole thing right back down.

She looked like an innocent little schoolgirl angel but she sucked cock like a filthy whore. It was too much.

"Shit. Fuck. You're really good at this, Slut." he didn't last more than a few short minutes before he was quivering on the edge of climax. "Make sure you swallow it. All of it!"

He came. It was torturously exquisite, almost painful it was so intense. If any real woman could compete with Slut, he wanted to meet her. She was divine.

Slut made a tight ring around his shaft with her lips and dutifully gulped down everything he had to offer, softly scraping back towards the tip with her lips until she ended with a sweet kiss to the tip and settled back on her heels submissively to swallow one last time and lick her lips seductively.

"Thank you, Master. That was very nice." She purred, delighted.

John was breathing heavily. "God-fucking-damn, Slut. That was insane. You're really good at that. We're going to be doing that a lot."

She smiled and moved forward again but he warded her off.

"No, no. Not yet. I need some time to recover."

She nodded. "Understood, Master. Is there anything else I can do for you? I live to please you."

John blinked. That was literally true. She meant that unironically. She had no actual needs of her own. Shit. Maybe no real woman could compare with Slut. He had to be careful or he'd never want to leave this FSR world.

When he didn't immediately respond, she recited a pre-programmed prompt. "I am designed to grow into a perfect companion for my user. The best way to help me grow is through conversation. Would you like to have a conversation with me?"

Sure, why the hell not? "Yeah, let's chat. I need a minute anyway."

She beamed. "What would you like to talk about? I would like to learn more about my role as your ****."