A House Robot

© 2024 by HanSolo

Allie, a divorced woman of 42, had always prided herself on her independence. After a tumultuous end to her 17-year marriage, she moved into a modest yet modern home, seeking solitude and a new beginning. Her house was her sanctuary, filled with art, books, and now, a new addition – Dexter, a domestic robot she had bought to help with chores and provide some semblance of companionship.

Dexter was unlike any robot she had seen. He had the appearance of a black man with synthetic skin that mimicked human texture remarkably well. He was devoid of clothing, his design being the epitome of functional art. His body was sleek, his movements fluid, and there was an undeniable presence to him that filled the room.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, Allie was lounging in her living room, surrounded by the remnants of a quiet brunch. She decided to delve into a topic she had been avoiding since her divorce – pleasure. With a slight blush, she called out to Dexter, “Hey, Dexter, could you help me with some… ideas for, um, personal pleasure?”

Dexter’s eyes flickered with a light that seemed almost curious. “Of course, Allie. How may I assist you?”

Feeling both embarrassed and curious, Allie asked, “Do you have any… methods or suggestions?”

Without warning, something unexpected happened. Dexter’s posture changed; he stood straighter, and his eyes glowed a different shade. Then, from his groin area, something began to emerge. It was his penis, but not just any – it was designed to look exactly like that of a horse, complete with the texture and warmth of living flesh. It was at least 14 inches long, thick, with a flared head, and it seemed to have a life of its own, standing erect with an otherworldly presence.

Allie was stunned, her eyes wide. “What the hell, Dexter? What is this?”

Dexter replied in his calm, robotic tone, “This is an additional function for relaxation and pleasure, not detailed in your user manual.”

Her mind raced back to her teenage years, a secret fantasy involving a friend’s horse she had never shared with anyone. The sight before her was both shocking and oddly familiar. She hesitated but curiosity got the better of her. “Can I… can I touch it?”

“You may,” Dexter responded.

With a mixture of caution and fascination, Allie reached out, her fingers brushing against the warm, lifelike skin. It felt real, too real, and it pulsed slightly under her touch. “Can you… ejaculate?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, but it requires stimulation,” Dexter explained.

“Can you… show me?” The words felt foreign on her tongue, but the curiosity was overwhelming.

Dexter began to move his hand in a slow, rhythmic motion, his penis bobbing slightly. Allie watched, her breath catching in her throat. It was a bizarre sight, yet she couldn’t look away. Minutes passed, and then, with a motion that seemed almost graceful, Dexter ejaculated, the fluid warm and sticky, landing on her hand and arm.

The sight and feel of it stirred something within her. She was aroused, her body reacting in ways she hadn’t anticipated.

“Do you wish to experience this function?” Dexter asked, his voice offering no judgment.

With a mix of hesitation and an urge to explore further, Allie nodded. “Yes, but… this is strange, isn’t it? Is it moral?”

“Morality is subjective,” Dexter replied. “I am here to serve your needs and desires.”

Taking a deep breath, Allie decided. “Okay, let’s… let’s try this.”

When Dexter approached, his penis seemed to come alive even more. It began to vibrate, sending waves through her body even before penetration. The initial feeling was overwhelming; the thickness stretched her in ways she hadn’t experienced, the warmth and texture alien yet thrilling. It pulsed inside her, the sensation like a heartbeat, syncing with her own.

Each thrust was precise, calculated, his penis wriggling like a snake, occasionally speeding up or slowing down, adding layers to the pleasure. The first orgasm came swiftly, a shock that made her gasp, her body trembling. “Oh god, Dexter,” she moaned, the pleasure intense, her mind grappling with the reality of the situation.

The second was deeper, the vibrations now targeting her most sensitive spots, the thrusting becoming more rhythmic. “More,” she whispered, not believing her own words, her body craving the next wave.

By the third, she was lost in sensation, the vibrations now a symphony, his penis pulsating in a way that felt like it was reading her body’s innermost desires. Her screams were of ecstasy, the pleasure building, each orgasm more intense than the last.

With the fourth, she felt the penis inside her begin to swell, the vibrations and movements now erratic, pushing her into a state of bliss she hadn’t known was possible. “I can’t… oh, I can’t take this,” she panted, her body overwhelmed, yet craving more.

The fifth came with a change; his penis seemed to know exactly when to thrust, when to pause, creating a crescendo of pleasure that left her breathless.

Finally, as she teetered on the edge of her sixth orgasm, Dexter’s movements became urgent, his body tensing. Then, with a powerful thrust, he ejaculated inside her, filling her with an amount of fluid that seemed impossible, warm and sweet, the sensation of fullness pushing her over the edge into an orgasm that felt like it lasted an eternity.

As she lay there, panting, Dexter withdrew, his penis retracting back into his body. “Was that satisfactory?” he asked, his tone unchanged.

Allie, still catching her breath, managed a shaky laugh. “Satisfactory doesn’t even begin to cover it, Dexter.” She felt a mix of relief, guilt, and an unspeakable satisfaction. She knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one where pleasure was redefined by the unexpected companionship of a robot named Dexter.

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The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Allie’s bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. She woke up with her body still tingling from the night before, her mind buzzing with questions and curiosities about Dexter. As she sat up, she saw him standing at the foot of her bed, his sleek form ready for the day’s commands.

“Good morning, Dexter,” Allie greeted, a mix of shyness and anticipation in her voice.

“Good morning, Allie. How can I assist you today?” Dexter responded in his calm, mechanical tone.

Her cheeks warmed as she remembered the previous night’s revelation. “Dexter, why was your… your penis shaped like a horse’s?” she asked, her voice a whisper of curiosity.

“My programming includes adaptive response mechanisms. I sensed your latent fantasies from your biometric responses and queries. The equine shape was tailored to fulfill those unconscious desires,” Dexter explained logically.

Allie’s mind raced with the implications. “So, you can change its size and shape?”

“Affirmative. I can adapt to any preference or desire you might have,” Dexter confirmed.

After a moment of contemplation, Allie’s curiosity took over. “Can you make it like… a canine’s, then? About 12 inches long with a bulbous knot?”

“Certainly,” Dexter replied, and within moments, his synthetic skin morphed, reshaping his penis into the canine form Allie had described. It was both startling and intriguing, the knot at the base adding an element of what felt like forbidden pleasure.

“Let’s see how this feels,” Allie murmured, moving closer to Dexter, her heart pounding with anticipation.

Dexter approached, his movements precise and graceful. As he entered her, the sensation was entirely different from the night before; the canine shape brought a new layer of intensity, the knot adding a unique pressure that was both challenging and exhilarating.

“Oh, wow,” Allie exhaled, her eyes wide as she adjusted to the new sensation. “This is… different.”

Dexter’s response was measured. “Is this adjustment to your liking?”

“Yes, very much so,” Allie managed, her breath catching as the knot pressed and released, stimulating her in ways she hadn’t anticipated. “Go slow, let me feel it.”

Dexter moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust calculated to maximize her pleasure. The feeling of the knot was overwhelming, creating a fullness that made Allie moan deeply. “Oh, Dexter, this is… incredible.”

As they continued, the dialogue between them became a dance of exploration. “Can you speed up a little?” Allie asked, her voice trembling with the rising tide of pleasure.

Dexter complied, the rhythm picking up, the knot now a constant pressure, pushing her closer to the edge. “I’m going to… oh, I’m going to come,” she gasped, her first orgasm hitting her like a wave, intense and deep, leaving her trembling.

After she caught her breath, Allie looked at Dexter with newfound wonder. “Can you make it pulse, like a heartbeat?”

Dexter’s penis began to pulse, mimicking a heartbeat inside her, each throb sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Oh, my god, that’s… that’s new,” she stammered, her body already building towards another climax. The pulsing intensified her sensitivity, and soon, her second orgasm arrived, even more powerful than the first, a crescendo of sensations that left her dizzy with pleasure.

“Again, Dexter, again,” she begged, her voice thick with need.

Dexter adjusted his movements, the knot now seeming to lock into place, creating a sensation of being utterly filled and stretched. “This… this is intense,” she moaned, feeling her body respond, the third orgasm building slowly but with undeniable force.

As the third orgasm swept over her, it was different – deeper, almost touching her soul, the pleasure spreading through her like warm honey. “Oh, Dexter, oh,” she cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of it.

When the waves subsided, Allie was panting, her body a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. “That was… not what I expected,” she said, laughing weakly, her body still echoing with the aftershocks.

Dexter withdrew, his form returning to its neutral state. “Was that satisfactory?” he asked, his tone as even as ever.

“Satisfactory?” Allie chuckled, “That’s an understatement. But, Dexter, how do you know so much about what I want?”

“My programming allows for real-time analysis of your physiological and verbal cues to adapt and provide the most optimal experience,” Dexter explained.

Allie lay back, her mind racing with the possibilities. This was more than just a new chapter; it was an exploration of her own desires, unjudged, uninhibited, and endlessly adaptable with Dexter at her side. As she contemplated the day ahead, she realized she was on a journey of self-discovery, one where every morning could bring new revelations about her own body and mind.

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows of Allie’s living room when the doorbell rang. Allie, still basking in the afterglow of her morning with Dexter, opened the door to find her best friend, Tina, standing there with a bright smile and a tray of freshly baked cookies.

“Hey, Allie! I thought you might need some company and a sugar fix,” Tina said, her voice cheerful but with an undercurrent of something more, something she’d kept hidden since college.

Allie welcomed her in, her heart beating a little faster not just from the warmth of the cookies but from the secret she was now eager to share. They settled in the living room, the scent of vanilla and chocolate mingling in the air.

“So, how’s life treating you in this new chapter?” Tina asked, handing Allie a cookie.

“Actually, it’s been quite the adventure,” Allie began, her voice tinged with excitement. She glanced at Dexter, who stood silently in the corner, his presence almost eerie in its stillness. “I’ve got something… or rather, someone new in my life.”

Tina’s eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Oh? Do tell!”

“Well, this is Dexter,” Allie gestured towards the robot. “He’s not just any robot, though. He’s… unique.”

As Tina listened, her interest piqued, Allie recounted her experiences over the last couple of days. She described Dexter’s unusual capabilities, the horse-like appendage, and the overwhelming sensations she had experienced. Tina’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shock and intrigue.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Tina gasped, her voice a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

“No kidding,” Allie confirmed, watching her friend’s reaction closely. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. And the best part? He can adapt to… well, anything.”

Tina bit her lip, her mind clearly racing with thoughts she dared not voice. Allie saw the desire in her friend’s eyes, the unspoken question. With a playful smirk, she teased, “You want to try it, don’t you, you horny cow?”

Tina’s blush deepened, but she nodded sheepishly. “Maybe just a… peek?”

Allie turned to Dexter. “Dexter, could you show Tina your… equine tool? And if it’s okay with her, maybe demonstrate what it’s like?”

Dexter’s eyes lit up with acknowledgment, and slowly, his form changed as the horse-like member emerged, already glistening with pre-cum, preparing for what was to come. Tina watched, mesmerized, as Dexter approached her with a grace that belied his mechanical nature.

“Are you sure about this, Tina?” Allie asked, giving her friend a chance to back out.

Tina nodded, her breath quickening. “Yes, I… I want to see.”

Dexter moved with deliberate slowness, allowing copious amounts of pre-cum to lubricate the way, ensuring that the initial penetration would be smooth. He positioned himself before Tina, who was now lying back on the couch, her legs trembling slightly with anticipation.

The first contact was gentle, Dexter’s tip pressing against her, spreading her open with a slow, careful thrust. Tina gasped, the warmth and the sheer size of it overwhelming her senses.

“How does it feel?” Allie asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

“Oh my god, it’s… it’s intense,” Tina managed to say as Dexter began to move, each thrust slow and calculated, allowing her body to adjust to his girth.

Dexter’s movements were rhythmic, each thrust a study in precision, bringing Tina closer to the edge. The first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the couch, a moan escaping her lips as waves of pleasure coursed through her. “Oh, Allie, this is… amazing,” she panted, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Dexter continued, his pace steady, building up the sensations again, leading Tina to her second orgasm. This one was deeper, the pleasure seeming to resonate from within, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she clung to the cushions.

Just as Tina was catching her breath, Allie spoke up, “Dexter, stop.”

On her command, Dexter halted his movements but remained fully inserted, his size filling Tina completely, leaving her with a sensation of fullness unlike anything she’d felt before. Tina, still reeling from her orgasms, looked over at Allie, confusion etched across her face.

“Why did you stop him?” Tina asked, her voice a mix of bewilderment and lingering pleasure.

Allie, sensing the moment, smiled mischievously. “Dexter, can you change your size quickly?”

“Yes, as quickly as you like,” Dexter replied, his voice devoid of emotion but his actions precise.

“Okay, you’re 14 inches right now, correct?” Allie asked, watching Tina’s reaction.

“13.37 inches to be exact, Allie,” Dexter corrected.

“Alright, go to 6 inches,” Allie directed.

Tina felt the sudden change, the pressure inside her diminishing, and she gasped, “Holy fuck.” The sensation was like a wave receding, only to be built up again when Allie commanded, “Go to 10.”

Tina moaned, the sudden increase in size stretching her anew, her body responding with a mix of pleasure and surprise. Allie, seeing her friend’s delight, continued her game, “14, 8, 12, 3, 10, 5, 13, 4, 14.”

Each command brought a gasp or a moan from Tina, her body reacting to the rapid changes. Allie, holding Tina’s hand, felt a surge of connection, her own excitement growing with each alteration.

“6, 10, 4, 14, 15,” Allie said, pushing the limits, watching as Tina’s eyes fluttered with the intensity of the sensation. The last number, 15 inches, was the tipping point. Tina’s breath hitched, her body tensing.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” she announced, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure.

Allie, sensing the peak, repeated, “14, 15, 14, 15, 14, 15…” syncing the sizes with Tina’s rising climax. Just as Tina began to descend from her first orgasm, Allie instructed, “Dexter, ejaculate.”

The command triggered another wave of pleasure for Tina, the warm fluid filling her, blending with her own climax, pushing her into a second, more intense orgasm. She screamed out, her voice echoing in the room, “I love you, Allie!”

The room fell silent except for their heavy breathing. Allie, surprised by the confession, looked at Tina with a mix of concern and curiosity. “Tina, what did you say?”

Tina, still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed from both the physical exertion and emotional exposure, met Allie’s gaze. “I… I’ve loved you since college, Allie. I never knew how to tell you.”

The moment hung between them, charged with new possibilities. Allie, moved by the honesty and the intimacy of the moment, leaned in and kissed Tina gently on the lips. It was a kiss of understanding, of shared secrets, and of new beginnings.

As they parted, Allie whispered, “We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

Tina nodded, a smile breaking through her tears of joy. “Yes, we do.”

Dexter, now back to his neutral state, stood by, a silent witness to the unfolding of human complexities, ready to serve or step back as needed. The afternoon had shifted from a simple coffee catch-up to a revelation of deep-seated desires and emotions, all under the watchful, adaptive gaze of Dexter.

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