Let the robot jerk you off

Why not? You had been teleported to a space station, so you might as well take the next plunge into this strange new future you fell into by letting a robot jerk you off. You had used flesh lights before and other sexual aids. This one was just a lot more advanced than the ones back on Earth…

You gave the Doctor your consent with a half shrug and she nodded. “Don’t worry, their programming prevents them from harming humans, so it’ll be gentle,” she said then stepped out and closed the door.

Now here you were alone in a lab faced with an android that was vaguely the shape of the upperbody of a person.

“Shall we begin, Doctor Doe?” asked Guardian 669. You stared at your own reflection in its screenface for a moment and sighed.

“I suppose so,” you said, handed over the glass receptacle you were meant to fill to the robot, pulled down your pants and whipped out your dick. Hey, you were a professional donor. You would make this work.

“Do you require lubrication?” offered the android, to your surprise. Then a small clear plastic tube appeared below it’s screen-face. You were not expecting this at all. What was this robot primarily designed for again?

“You… have lube?” you wondered, so many questions coming up in your head.

“I can provide you with the normal lubricant used for my mechanical parts. It is clean, non-toxic and made from natural ingredients. In **** times it can be even used as supplementary nourishment,” it explained. Huh. With a shrug you offered out your open palm and a few seconds later it deposited a small puddle of translucent, faintly blue tinged goo.

“Thanks…” you thanked it.

“You’re welcome, Doctor,” replied the robot who literally just expelled a tiny amount of its bodily fluids for you. You started working it onto your shaft, working on yourself, trying to get hard. The lubricant was smooth and slick and felt pleasant. Slowly but surely the blood flow started happening by the simple fact of physical stimulation. You could do it this way. As a donor you had worked with less. Here at least you appeared to have this robot to assist.

You decided that it was feminine enough to allow your imagination to wander. You imagined the slight curve on the upper portion of its barrel chest to be suggestive of breasts. It had big round shoulders but pretty thin limbs, passable feminine arms and fingers. It floated before you and waited patiently for you to give it a command. “Guardian 669 is it?” you asked, testing how natural its conversation algorithms might be.

“Yes, Doctor Doe?” it replied politely. The ring to its digitized voice seem vaguely female too, at least you told yourself that to help keep your erection going. You weren’t quite sure how to broach the subject of getting ‘her’ to jerk you off though.

“Can I borrow your hand?” you tried. It nodded and reached out its right hand slowly, towards your crotch. This moment did somehow feel exciting. There was an unknown to it. A sense of risk. You let yourself go as the robot’s hand got closer, then took a breath as its cold fingers wrapped around your shaft. The padded gel that seemed to be around whatever mechanisms controlled the hand was very soft, and the coolness gave a vaguely wet feel in addition to the lube. The hand started to slowly move up and down your shaft, making small adjustments to the firmness of its grip which once it got going started to feel really, really good. “Wow…” you breathed, watching this advanced space android stroke your cock with an unexpected fluidity and grace.

“Is this adequately stimulating, Dr Doe?” checked 669, and you nodded.

“That is more than adequate,” you complimented it, which seemed to encourage the robot by how its head unit appeared to perk up. “How did you learn to do this?” came the thought. Did Tina program a Watchtower Guardian to give hand jobs?

“I have a learning matrix that allows me to absorb information, such as language or physical movements, as part of my Artificial Intelligence engine,” the Guardian said. “Additionally, as an assistant to Dr. McGee’s research, I have been given access to a number of donor/patient video files to survey and record reactions. In the process I have been able to commit certain observed techniques into my motor function array.”

You were concentrating on what the android was saying while fully enjoying the implementation of its techniques, then picked up a very important point.

“You… have a spank bank,” you realised out loud.

“Pardon me, Dr. Doe?” it said. “I am unfamiliar with this term.” You smiled at your reflection in the machine’s face.

“You have a databank of videos,” you went on. “Can you show them to me? It would really help stimulate me and speed up my ejaculation…” Speaking to the robot so formally was weird, doing so why it jerked you off felt even weirder.

“Understood. This is possible, yes,” it said, then the screen it had for a head flickered on. You were presented with a menu that was simply a list of dates and letters. You realised the sets of letters were initials. “Which video do you wish to review?” the Guardian asked. There was a slight but noticeable increase in 669’s stroking speed and you wondered just how closely it was monitoring your body’s reactions while servicing you.

“Uh… any is fine,” you said, unable to really decipher anything meaningful from the presented list. “Maybe show me something recent,” you said.

“Understood,” 669 replied, then there was a beep and it selected an entry near the start of the selection and presented a medium quality video that reminded you of surveillance footage. Or a freeze frame of one. It seemed to be taken from a high angle from a camera in the corner of a ceiling. You recognized the spartan environment the two people, a man and a woman, were filmed in. A few chairs, a table, a couch, and a cloth screen all sat around the edge of the room. A typical donor room setup at a treatment site on Earth.

The video began to play after two seconds, some recorded sounds coming through, though it also wasn’t of the highest quality either. You then realised there was some masking being done to the voices, to distort their identities, and that both the male donor and the female recipient’s faces were artificially blurred. From what you could see, the woman appeared to be a sort of a Plain-Jane in her mid 20’s, her face obscured from about the eyebrows down to half of her nose. She seemed nervous and with your own experiences with this type of patient realised this must have been a first time visit. The voyeuristic nature of the video was working for you too, and you watched it while the robot jerked your ever hardening cock. It was… a pretty hot video.* (*written by CxSeth and linked to without prior expressed written consent or knowledge)

As the woman finished up swallowing her first load you felt yourself getting close and said so. Dutifully, Guardian 669 continued to stroke at its steady pace then held up the lip of the glass receptacle to the tip of your dick. You trusted the android’s aim better than your own and decided to let everything happen ‘automatically’ and closed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” came Tina McGee’s voice suddenly. Your eyes shot open in surprise, then immediately saw the source of the intrusive voice. The doctor’s face was now flickering on the android’s screen, having replaced the video you were watching. “669? You were accessing server files.”

“Yes Dr. Mcgee,” replied the Guardian, but it’s head was still Tina’s face so it was like it was talking to itself. “Dr. Doe requested to view some donor/patient recordings. My postulation is that, in lieu of conventional pornographic content which is inaccessible, these videos would provide additional stimulation in extracting his ejaculate.” The face of Dr. McGee thought about this, and the imagine of this situation confused your mind in a pleasant way. Right now you were getting your cock stroked by a robot, but it had this very attractive scientist’s face on it. It wasn’t hard to make the leap and imagine she was the one giving you a handjob in this very moment.

“Ah… I suppose that’s fine,” she said, not actually paying any attention to you but the hand still worked fervently to pump your cock. “I trust you took care of any potential legal and ethical issues from sharing the video?”

“Affirmative. The process was expedited due to the additional fact that Dr. Doe is a donor and researcher himself,” confirmed 669.

“Good. Are you close, doctor?” she asked you now, and you weren’t sure at this point if Tina could physically see you or if she was only monitoring things from an information screen. “Remember we will need a full load from you,” she went on, and you saw her look away from the camera filming her face for a moment. “Give us all of it. Don’t miss a drop.” Your eyes went wide when you saw her taking a sip of coffee while staring at the camera lens.

“Yep! Here it comes!” you announced, and fired. 669’s pace never faltered, and neither did its aim. The soft mechanical hand pumped you expertly and you began to fill the glass tube with hot cum.

“Mmmm…that’s good coffee...” you heard faintly from the screen. The doctor had the mug up to her face and you felt your cock jump in 669’s hand. If she wanted your full load you were going to let her have it.

“Don’t stop, keep jerking,” you told the Guardian and Tina, gritting your teeth as the warm waves of pleasure pulsed out from your cock with each sticky white shot. All of it was caught in the big measuring flask and you watched the screen intently as you unloaded, imagining the doctor was the one with your dick in her hand, pointing your spewing cock into her coffee with the other.

After a few more strokes you were finally milked, and once 669 noticed no further amounts were forthcoming let your dick go. There was a throb of pleasantness that washed over you when your cock was ‘returned’ and it gave you a very big smile.

“Extraction completed,” noted the Guardian.

“Excellent. I’ll be in shortly,” Tina said. Her face blinked away and you were once again looking into the black mirror of 669’s blank screen of a face.