Making Love: Chapter 4

-- CHAPTER 4: Moemi --

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It was Lisa’s idea for me to build another sexbot.

For one thing, she wanted to have a threesome with me. With full-access to my internet browser history, she’d always known that I very much enjoyed watching girl-on-girl action. And when she’d asked me if I’d ever had a threesome before, I’d told her that while I hadn’t, doing so had always been a fantasy of mine.

Lisa’s first thought was to seduce a girl for us, and while I had no doubts as to her ability to do so, I was quite hesitant to let her take that action. For one thing, Lisa’s pussy juice straight-up tasted like honey. How the heck would we explain THAT to some random girl who went down on her?

But seriously, I worried every day about someone discovering Lisa’s secret, especially after that first encounter at the grocery store with Chet when she’d just come out and said that she was a sexbot. While she’d obeyed my order since then to never tell that to anyone and I’d kept her in the house for the most part, my nearest neighbors had figured out I had a live-in girlfriend (the house wasn’t completely soundproofed and we had sex a LOT). So Lisa and I had done little “test runs” around the neighborhood and she interacted with the people we came across to great success, including Chet and his wife and kids on one occasion.

But I still feared what she might reveal to the outside world, you know? So while I could tell that she wanted to be out and about more often, I was still hesitant to “take her off the leash”, so to speak.

Not that Lisa seemed to mind. Her primary purpose was to provide me with sexual pleasure, so as long as she could do that, she was happy. I asked her if she wanted to leave the house on her own without me, but she answered that she had no interest in ever NOT being by my side. I was her creator, her master, her owner. She wanted to be with ME.

I rather enjoyed talking to her. She was an excellent conversationalist, a friendly companion, and of course an incredible lover. And as the days passed into weeks and then into months, I found myself forgetting the fact that she wasn’t human.

Lisa was light-years beyond any humanoid robots in existence, not only in her physical features and ability to pass as human to the outside world, but also in personality. She had ideas, suggestions, and full autonomy over her choices and decisions. She was vibrant and intelligent and funny and oh-so-sexy. The more time we spent together, the easier it was to start falling in love with her the way I would with a real girlfriend.

But Lisa always reminded me that she wasn’t real, that her personality was an artificial construct based on a machine-learning algorithm that became more accustomed to my preferences and choices the more it interacted with me. She was really no different than Facebook or Google in that regard, learning which advertisements I interacted with or spent time observing and then modifying its behavior accordingly.

Admittedly, the comparisons to advertising algorithms made it easier for me to remind myself that she wasn’t human.

But human or not, I truly cherished having Lisa as my constant companion, and despite her suggestion for me to build another sexbot, I was hesitant to do so. Keeping up with one Lisa was difficult enough. I figured that two would kill me. After a few weeks though, I made peace with dying during a threesome (poor me) and took a deep breath, deciding to give it a try.

It only took me two months to build my new sexbot. One month to create all-new CAD models - while many of her internal parts would be the same as Lisa’s, I had no interest in replicating an exact copy of my ravishing redhead, so some original design was necessary. Then, it took another month for 3D-printing and assembly. Lisa was a tremendous help as an extra pair of extremely-skilled hands with the precision of a commercial pick-and-place machine during the assembly part, and a deep-rooted understanding of how a cybernetic body worked during the design part. And we finished far more quickly than I would have thought possible.

“Moemi” was a petite Japanese anime girl with bright blue eyes. She stood exactly five feet tall but still had a hyper-real figure with oversized breasts, an impossibly skinny waist, and a pert little tushie. I’d constructed her snug pussy and constricted colon to both be a touch narrower than Lisa’s, which would make entry a little more challenging but feel exquisitely tight when I was balls-deep.

I could still vividly recall Lisa’s first words to me when she opened her eyes, saying hello and then asking if I wanted to have sex with her.

Moemi’s first words were… different.

“Dō shita no?” she queried nervously, looking confused. From my limited understanding of Japanese (based on anime), I knew her question translated to, ‘What’s going on?’

“Hello, Moemi,” I greeted pleasantly, staring down at her as she lay across my bed. “I’m Wyatt. I created you.”

“Ohayō gozaimasu!” Lisa chimed in with a perfect Japanese accent, holding my upper arms as she leaned over my shoulder. “I’m Lisa! And you’re my new sister!”

I blinked in surprise as I turned to look at Lisa. “‘Sister’?”

“You created both of us, right? She’s my sister-sexbot. Which makes you our Daddy!” Lisa exclaimed gleefully.

Moemi’s bright-blue almond-shaped eyes were wide and wondering. “Daddy?” she asked in a tiny voice filled with uncertainty while staring up at me.

“Daddy!” Lisa repeated.

What am I getting myself into?

“Um, let’s stick with ‘Wyatt’ for now,” I stated carefully.

“Wy… att…” Moemi sounded slowly, struggling to form the word. Her lips didn’t move very much - she was an actual sexbot, the exact form in which I’d constructed her, and I expected her to remain so. Her voice emanated from a hidden speaker inside her mouth. She sat up straight atop my bed, looking around my bedroom, her expression blank. And then she turned to me, asking, “Who am I?”

“Your name is Moemi,” I explained patiently, enunciating the syllables Mo-Ay-Me.

“Moemi…” my new sexbot repeated, her expression blank. “I am… Moemi.”

“Moemi!” Lisa cheered, holding the other girl’s hand and brushing back a lock of jet-black hair from the petite girl’s pale-white cheek, tucking it behind her ear.

Moemi instinctively leaned into the caress and reached up to hold Lisa’s hand to her cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, smiling for just a moment. But then she opened her eyes again and sat up straight, her expression returning to blankness. “What… What am I?”

Lisa and I frowned at each other.

Despite her blank expression, I sensed Moemi’s fear, and I sat down on my bed beside her while wrapping an arm around her lower back. Moemi again instinctively leaned into my embrace, letting me hold her, and she set her cheek down against my shoulder while I rubbed her upper arm.

“You’re a sexbot,” Lisa stated plainly. “You’re Wyatt’s sexbot. He’s your creator, your master, your owner.”

“What is… ‘sexbot’?” Moemi asked, her English heavily accented.

“Why does she seem so confused?” Lisa asked me instead of answering her. “I wasn’t like this, was I?”

“Uh, no, you weren’t,” I agreed, feeling similarly perplexed.

“Was I this confused before I transformed into my human shape?” Lisa gestured up and down her body and tugged at her hair.

“No, not even then.” I thought about it for a beat. “Maybe it’s because Moemi’s A.I. didn’t have six months to develop the way yours did. I gave her similar base programming to yours, but your machine-learning A.I. had a lot more time to… well… do research on the internet and really form your thoughts and personality. I didn’t activate Moemi’s A.I. until just now, so she’s only been ‘alive’ for a few minutes. I haven’t even connected her to the internet yet.”

“Well, I can explain then for now,” Lisa pronounced, smiling gleefully. “A sexbot’s primary purpose is to provide her master with physical pleasure. You have three narrow cavities in your body custom-made for the insertion of Wyatt’s erect penis: your mouth, vagina, and asshole. You can also stimulate his dick with your hands, your feet, and especially this amazing pair of breasts he gave you.”

Moemi squeaked when Lisa reached out to fondle one of her big boobies. Did I not mention that she was naked? Actually, so were both me and Lisa. The very first thing Lisa had done upon activation was ask me to have sex, and we’d been expecting Moemi to ask the same. And even though things hadn’t quite gone to plan, I was still half-hard hugging the warm, nubile figure of a naked Japanese schoolgirl sexbot in my arms.

“Yeah… these feel great,” Lisa continued, still fondling Moemi’s boobs. “Master Wyatt’s gonna really enjoy fucking these. Almost as much as he’s gonna enjoy fucking your ultratight pussy, your virgin ass, and your hot little mouth.”

“Fucking my…” Moemi’s eyes got really wide. “Gomen nasai. Wakarimasen.” She appeared quite frightened as she apologized and said that she didn’t understand.

Lisa put her hands to the sides of her head and rolled her eyes. “What am I thinking? There’s an easier way of doing this.”

Taking hold of Moemi’s hand, she raised it fingers-up and pressed her own palm to Moemi’s. Lisa’s eyes started flickering, and when I glanced at Moemi, I realized that her eyes were flickering too. But after only a few seconds, Lisa dropped her hand away.

“Ehhh?!? Sore wa arienai! Masaka son’na koto ga aru hazu nai yo!” Moemi shrieked as she jerked away from me. A moment later, she glanced down at her own naked body, shrieked again and tried to cover nudity with both arms while babbling in Japanese so fast that I wouldn’t have a prayer of keeping up. “あまりに速いので追いつく祈りもありません!”

“Hey! Hey!” I tried to soothe, extending my hands out to her. “Lisa, what is she saying? What did you DO?!?”

“I… She’s… ah…” Lisa began hesitantly while similarly holding her hands out to Moemi. A moment later, she began rapidly speaking in Japanese, apparently something that would calm the girl down. “落ち着け. すべてが大丈夫になります.”

Moemi shook her head quite vehemently while grabbing one of my pillows and holding it over her chest as she backed up to the headboard until she could back up no further. She had another quick exchange with Lisa, shook her head once more, and then defiantly stuck out her lower lip in a way that made clear she had no intention of giving up the pillow.

Lisa turned to me with an apologetic wince. “She’s a little shy.”

“You think?” I took a deep breath. “Should I turn on her Wi-Fi? Help her learn more?”

“No, no, not yet,” Lisa cautioned. “I told you: if you do that right now she’s going to be overwhelmed by the flood of information for a long while. You’ll need to turn it on eventually, but when you first connected my A.I. to the internet, I spent days unable to do anything but explore everything I could. She’d go comatose and I don’t know how long it would take her to come out of it.”

“Well, maybe we should give her a few days to process.”

“But she’s your sexbot,” Lisa insisted. “She’s supposed to give you pleasure now, not days from now.”

I waggled my head. “It’s not like I can’t wait a few days.”

“But I’ve wanted to have a threesome with you for months already,” Lisa whined. “Her core programming is as a sexbot. It’s her primary purpose. It’s the reason why she was made. She’s a little overwhelmed right now, but she’ll get there, you’ll see. Just… let me try this first, okay? And if it doesn’t work, we can back off and you can let her have a few days to process.”

“Try what, exactly?”

“Try this…” Lisa leaned in to hug me, nuzzled her nose against my shoulder, dragged it along my neck, and then pecked my cheek. Turning my face to hers, she then puckered up and gave me a tender kiss.

I let Lisa kiss me for a few seconds but then turned to look over at Moemi. The petite Japanese android was still hiding her nudity behind the pillow and tucked in against my headboard only two feet away from me and Lisa, but she looked… well… less frightened.

I gasped when Lisa’s hand slipped around my half-hard cock. The sight of Lisa’s stunning body was always enough to give me wood, and Moemi’s intimate hug earlier had kept Mr. Happy excited, but the intervening conversation had let him droop just a bit. I was also still concerned about the newly built bot’s anxiety at the moment, so I kept glancing over at her.

But my ravishing redhead took hold of my chin to keep my face firmly pointed towards hers as she mashed our mouths together. Lisa’s fingers circling my shaft and pumping up and down while she slipped her tongue between my lips rapidly revived my rod. And soon her ardent attention started getting me back in the mood.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on Lisa, letting my hands roam around the wonderland of her lush, naked body while our tongues tangoed together. The feeling of her handjob felt great, but I started panting with excitement at the prospect of escalating things a little further. And soon I found I wasn’t the only one panting, as I could hear Moemi’s heavy breathing from beside us.

But then Moemi squeaked. Loudly. And not in a good way.

I opened my eyes to find that Lisa had taken the petite sexbot’s hand in her own and guided it around my cock. For a split-second, I saw the girl’s tiny hand wrapped around my rigid rod. But just for a split-second. The next split-second, Moemi had let go of my dick like it was a hot iron and she suddenly sprinted from the room and out the door, still trapping my pillow in front of her torso, which did nothing to cover her little heinie as she escaped.

“Moemi!” I called, reaching out to her as I stood up.

“Wait, Wyatt, wait,” Lisa urged, grabbing my hand to hold me back. “Let her go. Let her go.”

I blinked at the redhead. “This isn’t working.”

“It’s alright. She just needs a few minutes.”

“Seems like she needed a few minutes more before you tried to put her hand around my dick. You rushed her.”

“I did exactly what she needs. Trust me.”

“Trust you? The way I trusted you to try this… and wound up with Moemi running out the door?”

“She’s a sexbot, Wyatt,” Lisa explained patiently. “She now knows what it feels like to have her master’s erection in her hand. I can almost see the processes racing around in her A.I. brain right now. Trust me: she’s consumed by the memory of having your dick in hand, and she’s reliving those moments over and over and over again.”

“And this is a good thing?”

“It’s a very good thing,” Lisa assured me, drawing me back to her lush naked body and planting my hand on one of her bare boobs. Her other hand went to the back of my head, pulling me into another kiss. “Just keep going. She’ll come back on her own.”

“Uhhh…”

Lisa gently pecked my cheek. Then she nibbled on the corner of my lips. Her touch was feathery soft and oh-so-enticing. I couldn’t help but turn my face so that her lips pressed directly onto mine. And only then did she pull back and give me a rather devilish grin. “She’ll come back,” she intoned with twinkling golden-amber eyes.

And then Lisa pushed me back across my bed.

My living sex doll had become quite the expert in manipulating my body’s senses. She knew every nerve running beneath my skin, knew every erogenous zone with computer-accurate precision and an ability to activate my pleasure centers in thousands of different ways and variations. The time for handjobs was over, and my luscious lady laid down on her belly between my legs, kicking her feet up in the air and letting them sway back and forth while she held my dick up in front of her face, lovingly caressing its super-soft skin before slowly leaning forward to take a lick.

And then another lick.

And then another.

I moaned and briefly thought of grabbing Lisa’s head to shove her skull down around my shaft, but I stopped my arms’ forward momentum and instead retracted my hands back to the sides of my head. I groaned in rapturous pleasure as Lisa languidly licked my knob. And only then did she surround my schlong with her supple lips and sedately sink herself down.

Lisa spent a long, long time giving me a blowjob, in no hurry to escalate the situation. I stared at her supremely gorgeous face, smiling at the scintillating sparkles in her golden-amber eyes as she stared right back at me. Lisa maintained eye-contact with me the whole time she sucked and slurped and crammed my cock into her throat, making abundantly clear that her devotion to me was absolute. And I maintained eye-contact with her, very much enjoying the physical manifestation of that devotion.

I wasn’t sure when Moemi started peering through the doorway. A flicker of movement in the corner of my eye briefly drew my attention, just for a second, before I went back to gazing at Lisa’s loveliness with her mouth surrounding my meat. But once my brain belatedly realized what I had seen, I took a longer look in that direction.

The door itself remained wide open, but Moemi had tucked herself almost out of view around the corner, with just the upper half of her face visible so she could peek at us. I inhaled sharply and jerked my gaze back to Lisa, indicating with my irises that we had an audience. But Lisa merely smiled like she’d known all along and continued her expert fellatio without the slightest hesitation.

Lisa did, however, pull off my prick about a minute later. She took another lovingly languid lick along the underside of my shaft before climbing up and parking her soaking wet pussy atop my throbbing erection. After riding my rod back and forth like a rail several times, she reached back behind her butt and elevated my shaft at the precise angle necessary for her to slide back and impale herself on my prick.

And impale herself on my prick she did.

“Ohhh…” I moaned in blissful ecstasy as I felt my shaft surrounded by the most heavenly receptacle imaginable, quite literally custom-made just for me.

“Wyatt…” my lover crooned as she bent over to mash her marvelous melons into my chest and nip my earlobe, starting up the sensuous rhythm of our horizontal lambada. “My master… my owner… my…”

I gasped as Lisa clenched her cunt around my cock in lieu of finishing that sentence. I could almost hear her voice adding, ‘my love’.

Almost.

But she didn’t.

Instead, Lisa moaned as she sat up straight and undulated herself on me, curling her abdominals and gyrating her spine in ways that professional belly dancers only wished they could.

“Wyatt… Wyatt… Wyatt…” she hummed, closing her eyes and running her hands up and down her own body in sensuous caresses that made me envious of her fingertips.

Of course, I didn’t have to be envious for long as I went right ahead and started caressing Lisa’s glorious body in much the same way, moaning right along with her, “Lisa… Lisa… Lisa…”

“Mmm… mmm… mmm…” a third voice echoed softly.

I turned to look and found that Moemi had come back into the room, still holding my pillow in front of her torso to block her nudity. Her bright blue eyes glittered as she gazed at us from only a few feet away. Her pale lips were parted as she softly panted, staring straight at where Lisa slowly revealed several inches of my shaft and then buried it out of view again and again and again.

“You make me feel so good, Master,” Lisa moaned as she raised her hands and interlaced her fingers atop her head, thrusting her chest forward as she made her massive mountains sway in slightly delayed harmony with her undulations. “Feeling my master’s cock inside me… the perfect fit… like the key to my soul…”

“Oh Lisa… my Lisa…” I groaned.

“Yours, Master. Forever yours… This is what I was made for… This is my reason for existence… To be with you… Always… My creator… My master… My owner…”

“Oh, Lisa… So good…”

“Own me, Master! Fill me! Take me! YEEESSS!!!” Lisa howled as I suddenly grabbed her waist and rolled us over. Our loins became dislodged as I did so, but I was quick to center myself and slam my concrete-hard cock right back into her creaming cunt.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I grunted as I started hammering her.

“Yes, Master, yes! YES! YES! YES!”

“FUCK! FUCK!”

“In me, Master! You complete me! You complete me! This is what I was made for!” Lisa cried out. “This is what WE were made for, Moemi!”

I glanced to my side at Moemi’s name and found that the sexbot had started rubbing herself beneath the pillow. But as soon as my eyes fell upon her, she jerked her hand away from her loins and the TPE material of her face glowed red from internal LEDs to make it look like she was blushing. She averted her eyes and looked decidedly embarrassed. And I found myself wondering:

(A) Could a sexbot actually FEEL embarrassed?

(B) Why would a sexbot masturbate? Especially when I wasn’t even looking?

Somewhat unexpectedly, Lisa grabbed my hips and rolled us back over. I found myself in my original position, but the redheaded living sex doll twisted herself around and mounted me reverse-cowgirl. Spreading her knees wide apart, she made sure Moemi had an unobstructed view of my dick rapidly disappearing and reappearing from view within her wet box. She wanted to make sure the newly born android could clearly see her literal connection with me. And then Lisa leaned back against my chest in a way that thrust her proud breasts to the ceiling and let me hold her, kiss her neck, and fondle two of my favorite things in the world while continuing to thrust up into her.

“Fuck me, Master… Fuck me,” Lisa moaned.

“I’m fucking you… I’m fucking you…”

“It’s so good. It’s everything I could ever want or need… Don’t you want this too, Moemi? Don’t you want to feel Master’s dick inside you?”

Moemi whimpered, blushed, and shook her head. “It’s so wrong,” she muttered softly in a high-pitched voice. “I shouldn’t…”

“It’s so right,” Lisa insisted, sitting up straight again. Getting her feet planted flat on the mattress, the randy redhead flexed her legs to hump herself up and down my dick, really making sure Moemi could see almost the entire length of my shaft with every bounce. “You really should.”

“I shouldn’t,” Moemi insisted, near tears, even as her hand slipped back behind the pillow to the junction between her legs, the movement of her elbow making clear she’d started rubbing herself again. “I shouldn’t… It’s so wrong…”

“You know you want it,” Lisa encouraged. “You can’t help the way you feel. Do you really want to keep rubbing yourself? Those fingers can’t possibly make you feel the way our master’s cock will.”

“Ohhh, I shouldn’t be rubbing myself!” Moemi squeaked, although she didn’t stop rubbing herself, and indeed seemed to intensify her efforts. “Don’t look at me! It’s so wrong!”

“Come closer…” Lisa encouraged before her voice took on a command tone. “Come closer!”

Moemi whimpered but came closer, although she kept herself just far enough out of reach in case Lisa tried to grab her.

Lisa pushed my legs wide and split her own to the sides as well, really giving Moemi a great view of our joining. The petite Japanese girl stared with saucer-sized eyes at the wanton sex act in front of her, and she crept a little closer as if unable to help herself.

Closer…

Closer…

Moemi finally crouched down, putting her face only a foot away from where my upright shaft thrust up into Lisa’s pussy. My ravishing redhead started picking up the pace, really working to get me off.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I grunted, holding Lisa’s hips as she hammered herself up and down my dick. Feeling the pressure in my balls coming to a boil, I warned her, “Lisa! It’s too good! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

And then suddenly my dick was in the open air. Lisa dismounted me, my cock popping free from her cunt in a way that made the shaft dip forward. And to my utter horror (delight?), the business end of my blunt instrument was aimed straight at Moemi’s startled face.

My testicles compressed. I felt the pressure suddenly go slack, felt the cum racing up the length of my shaft, coming straight for Moemi’s wide-eyed countenance.

But then Lisa’s face ducked down between us at the very last second, just barely in time to intercept my first volley of shooting sperm as it spurted straight into her gaping mouth.

“GAH!” I grunted. “GAH! GAH!”

“Mmmm… Mmm… Mmm…” Lisa moaned as she sealed her lips around my shaft from a sideways position as she knelt on the bed beside my hips, swallowing rapidly as I continued pouring cum down her throat. At the same time, she continued massaging my meat with her mouth, truly maximizing my pleasure while simultaneously maximizing the amount of semen I had to give.

“Gahhh… Gahhh… Gahhh…” I groaned as the power of my prick petered out and every muscle in my body went utterly limp.

Lisa spent a few extra seconds nursing the dregs out of me, but she didn’t swallow it all. Having apparently kept a puddle of my creamy jism in her mouth, she pulled up and parted her lips wide, giving Moemi an up-close-and-personal view of her collected cum. Moemi squirmed, her eyes wide with fear perhaps that Lisa might try to snowball my load to her. But Lisa merely swallowed thickly, gasped, and then showed off her now empty mouth.

“Wanna try it?” Lisa asked excitedly.

Moemi blushed and averted her eyes again. She pursed her lips, and for a moment, I thought she might run out of the room again.

But she didn’t. Instead, Moemi stayed right where she was, still blushing and keeping that pillow covering up her nudity. She stared straight at me, her expression… mixed. She looked interested but was still clearly nervous.

I panted for breath, momentarily wiped out. I let my head fall back against the mattress and closed my eyes, but just for a few seconds. I could tell that Moemi was waiting for me – waiting for her master - to give her some direction. So after one more deep breath, I levered myself up on my elbows and looked straight at her.

“Wanna try it?” Lisa repeated, her tone this time one of encouragement. “Touch him. He was so hard before, but he’s soft now. Not so scary, right?”

Moemi blinked and briefly leaned forward before catching herself and hesitating again.

“Wyatt…” Lisa began with a lopsided grin. “Would you like it if Moemi touched you?”

“I would…” I replied warmly. “I would like that very much.”

“Master wants you to touch him…” Lisa intoned. “Go on…”

“Okay…” Moemi mumbled quietly, moving closer to me. Setting the pillow down on the floor, she knelt atop it while I scooted myself to the edge of the bed and spread my legs to the sides. Moemi’s big blue eyes gawked at my sleeping soldier, still glistening wet.

“Wyatt, would you like Moemi to hold your dick?” Lisa asked.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” I replied, and Moemi’s tiny hand reached out and gently grasped my semi-soft schlong.

“Wyatt, would you like Moemi to stroke your dick until you get hard again?” Lisa asked.

“Yes,” I replied, and Moemi started stroking me. Despite her apparent innocence, her sexbot programming kicked in as she held me with just the right combination of tender firmness, gradually tightening as I thickened up within her grip.

“Wyatt, would you like Moemi to suck your dick?” Lisa asked.

“Yesss…” I groaned.

Moemi stared up at me with those big blue eyes.

And then she smiled.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112

Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266

Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447