VIP-Making Love: Chapter 2

-- CHAPTER 2: Lisa --

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My jaw hung open. I went still in shock, staring at the decidedly human girl still sitting in my lap with my dick inside her.

She remained seated in my lap, quietly undulating in different directions as if conducting experiments on the varying angles of my dick in her box. Her eyes were closed, her decidedly human expression indicating that all of her focus was turned inward on the sensations throbbing deep within her body, a beatific smile wide across her face as she experienced it all for the first time.

I suddenly inhaled, the instinctive reflex to get oxygen kicking in when I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I gawked at the very much human, real, alive young woman currently impaled on my prick and rather languidly riding herself on it as if nothing in the world could ever make her happier. I studied her, very much the Lisa I had built and yet… not quite.

She had follicles on her scalp where individual strands of dark-auburn hair emerged – most definitely NOT the premium-quality wig I’d bought online and then grafted onto my sexbot’s cranium. Her skin had moles, wrinkles, and protruding vein bumps. When she raised her hands to interlace her fingers together and place her palms atop her head while continuing her gyrations, I noticed that she had palm lines and fingerprints.

She straight up appeared to be human in every way a human can be.

And I had no freaking clue how or why.

“L-L-Lisa?” I stammered in amazement.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me, her pupils constricting with the exposure to light. Her golden-amber irises glowed as she asked, “Yes, Wyatt?” But she didn’t stop riding me even while awaiting further instruction.

“You’re… you’re real,” I exclaimed.

Lisa giggled. “Of course I’m real. You made me.”

“I-I mean… You’re… you’re human. You’re alive.” I ran my hands up and down her flanks, marveling at the sensations I felt beneath. “You have skin. You have muscles.”

Lisa giggled again, drawing my hands up her torso to cup her breasts. I squeezed her perfect globes instinctively, and then she directed my right palm to her chest.

“You have a heartbeat,” I affirmed, my eyes open wide.

She gave me a soulful look, looking utterly at peace as she murmured very softly, “I have a heart.”

I blinked twice. “I didn’t give you a heart.”

Lisa’s smile was mischievous, and her eyes shimmered like a Hawaiian beachfront sunrise across the ocean. “Yes…” she murmured softly. “You did.”

I was still baffled. “Am I dreaming?”

“This isn’t a dream,” she observed kindly.

“Am I hallucinating? I mean, I know I’ve been working myself pretty hard trying to finish you, but this is… this isn’t possible.”

“Isn’t it?” Lisa’s eyes flickered rapidly, and for a moment I got the distinct impression of a Bluetooth video game controller trying to pair itself with the console. A moment later, she refocused her gaze on me and pronounced, “There is one record in history of such an occurrence, when Pygmalion created an ivory sculpture and the goddess Aphrodite brought it to life.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “That’s Greek Mythology. It didn’t actually happen in real life.”

Lisa smirked. “Are you sure about that? You weren’t alive during the time of Ancient Greece.”

“Are you telling me that Aphrodite brought you to life for me?”

Lisa merely giggled, her eyes twinkling impishly.

I gave her a confused look, but after a moment shook my head. “You know what? The ‘how’ is not important. What’s important is that I figure out whether or not you’re really real or if this is all just a figment of my imagination.”

“Don’t I feel very real to you?” Lisa grinned while expertly clenching her inner cunt muscles around my cock. And I gasped feeling her inner muscles - not servos – massaging my dick.

“Yesss…” I groaned at the exquisite pleasure, far beyond anything I’d ever experienced with a girl before.

“I’m very real,” Lisa assured me, leaning forward to grab my shoulders, dangle her pendulous breasts in my face, and stare down at me whenever her massive melons swayed out of the way. “You made me real. I’m ever so grateful to be alive, and I’d very much like to thank you for bringing me to life the best way I know how. So let me fuck you, Master. Please?”

I nodded dumbly.

And then Lisa fucked me.

Oh, holy shit did she fuck me.

Gripping my shoulders and leaning over my chest, the most beautiful redhead I’d ever seen in my entire life stared down into my eyes and gave me the fucking of my life. Her entire body bounced up and down in my lap, over and over again, harder and harder. And honestly, that’s when I decided that this was all just a dream.

I mean, I knew the Engineering that had gone into making Lisa. I’d gone out of my way to give her articulated motion and intelligence far beyond a mere sex doll. I knew she’d be able to clutch me with all four limbs while I pounded her into the mattress, or bend over and reach back with both hands to spread her asscheeks for me, but no WAY would my creation be able to climb aboard and ride me the way she was doing. It was impossible.

Of course, it was impossible for her to have skin. It was impossible for her to have a heartbeat. Everything ABOUT her was impossible. So the only rational explanation for what was going on?

Lisa was wrong. This wasn’t real. I was still dreaming.

I’d fucked the hell outta my newly created sexbot, had the greatest orgasm of my life, and was still unconscious right now, having a very vivid fantasy dream about my creation coming to life.

So might as well enjoy myself, right?

Lisa’s body was a wonderland, her hyper-real figure even more mouthwateringly sexy and amazing now that she was flesh and blood. I let my hands roam all over the most perfect body I could’ve ever imagined. I cupped and squeezed her heavy breasts, thumbing her nipples and delighting in the way she giggled. I smoothed my palms up and down her flanks, across her thighs, and around back to grab her bubble butt with both hands to really grind her body down around my dick.

The gorgeous goddess in my lap kept up an unending stream of porn-star commentary, crooning, “Yesss… Yesss… Yesss…” and “So good! So big inside me! I can’t get enough of your cock!”

I was happy to let her do all the work. I’d fucked her both missionary and doggy-style last night. Assuming I woke up from this dream, this might very well be the only time I ever got to watch her fucking ME. She draped her big boobies over my eyes and mashed her mammaries against my cheeks. She turned around in my lap and bent over at the waist, letting me watch her perfect ass bouncing up and down before me, making my dick repeatedly disappear. She turned herself at an angle and adopted a truly impossible pose: her right foot planted on the mattress, her left leg crossed over the right leg, balanced on only her left arm while she pressed the back of her right wrist to her forehead and closed her eyes while moaning up a storm.

I lost track of the number of times Lisa came. She could seemingly orgasm at will, her cunt going into convulsions every time she climaxed in a way that threatened to coax out my cum and yet stopped just short of making me lose my load. I loved to watch her cumming: her whole body shuddered, her lower lip quivered, and her facial expressions were worthy of Renaissance works of art.

Finally, I reached my limit, and I started grunting while straining my neck trying to keep my ejaculation at bay. Lisa quickly recognized my impending eruption, and the ravishing redhead rapidly dismounted my member and bent over to hoover my cock into her mouth. Faster than I could blink, she had swallowed every last inch of me, sealing her lips around the very base of my prick. And her golden-amber eyes sparkled with electric energy as she stared straight at me while using incredible suction along the length of her throat to draw out my creamy cum.

“Lisa!” I groaned, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and pinning it down against my pelvis. “LISA! LISAAAAA!!!”

I came.

I came buckets.

I didn’t even realize a human body could even HAVE that much seminal fluid inside it, but there was no mistaking the fact that I kept cumming and cumming far longer and with far more volume than I’d ever cum in my entire life. Then again, it made a certain amount of sense, given that this was a dream and all.

Lisa swallowed every last drop like a pro. Her eyes flashed and her throat muscles squeezed, greedily taking it all straight into her stomach. Her nostrils flared as she fought for oxygen, trying to breathe around the thick column of meat stretching her from the inside. But she kept herself down around my dick until I finished spurting and finally dropped my hands away from the back of her head.

She came up gasping, her eyes bulging, and she coughed a few times. There were a few globs of leftover jizz dotting her lower lip and trickling down her chin. She gave me a silly grin, still panting, looking marveled by the situation. “Still such a weird feeling… running out of air,” she wheezed. “For just a few seconds, it feels like I’m dying. But in a good way!”

I blinked in surprise, feeling out of breath. “In a good way?”

Lisa laughed and propped herself up with both elbows, beaming down at me. “It reminds me that I’m alive.”

“Well… I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” I wheezed.

“Alive with you, Wyatt,” she added with a clear look of reverence on her face. Her right hand remained around my rod, stroking the semi-hard schlong as it slowly deflated. “My creator. My owner. My master.”

She looked so adorable that I couldn’t help but reach up and caress her cheek. “My Lisa,” I intoned appreciatively.

She smiled. “So, Wyatt? What should we do next?”

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I’ll be honest, my very first thought when Lisa asked me that question was to reply that I wanted to fuck her ass. But to my great surprise, I was still going soft in her hand. In what kind of messed up fantasy dream does a guy go soft instead of magically sporting fresh wood with which to sodomize the sexy babe?

My very second thought was that I was hungry, and my stomach gurgled on cue.

Lisa giggled, patted my belly, and then pushed herself up off the mattress. “Ooh! You’re hungry! Stay right here, Wyatt. I’ll make you breakfast!”

Breakfast sounded good.

Anal sex sounded better.

One of my previous girlfriends had enjoyed the experience from time to time and introduced me to it, and I’d really loved the power rush it gave me. My most recent girlfriend, though, wasn’t a fan. She’d let me try it once, but just once. We used plenty of lube, but it was so painful that she asked me to stop before I could even get half of my dick inside. So it had been more than four years since I’d last gotten to thrust my turgid tool up a girl’s tailpipe.

But before I could order Lisa to suck me hard again so I could buttfuck her, she popped off the bed and stood up straight…

… while wearing clothes.

Okay, now I know this is a dream.

Lisa had been completely naked for the entire morning, but somehow she’d magically manifested a white long-sleeved shirt with black racing stripes raggedly cropped just beneath her pendulous breasts, exposing a hint of underboob every time she moved, along with blue bikini panties with a white waistband: identical to the outfit worn by the Lisa actress in Weird Science.

“Oh… dayyum…” I murmured appreciatively.

Lisa then did something for me that definitely didn’t happen in the movie. She lifted the hem of her crop-top, baring her boobies to my hungry gaze. And then she turned around to shake her tushie at me as well while blowing me a kiss over her shoulder, accompanied by a pixie wink.

No reaction from my sleeping soldier. Stupid dream without a magical refractory rate.

Further, I suddenly felt the need to pee. Stupid timing.

Regardless of my complaints though, the fantasy dream had been going pretty well so far. So when Lisa sashayed out of my bedroom, I found myself willing to see how it might continue.

I got up and headed into the master bathroom. Standing over the toilet bowl, I found myself strangely unable to start peeing. Some internal logic dictated that if I released my urine in this dream, I’d wet my bed in the real world. If I wet the bed in the real world, it would wake me up and this fantasy dream with a Lisa come to life would end. And I certainly didn’t want that to happen.

I actually got caught up in that existential crisis for what felt like five minutes. The urge to pee didn’t go away though, and in the end I somehow managed to unclench, empty my bladder into the toilet bowl, and somehow NOT wet my bed in the real world to wake myself up.

After that, I went about my daily routine as I always did. A few minutes later, I dressed for a lazy Saturday with no need to go to work and no particular interest in leaving the house at all when my alternative was to see how many times I could cum with my living sex doll today. Maybe I could beat my single-day ejaculation high score.

The heavenly smell of bacon wafted up the stairs when I exited my bedroom and sauntered down the hallway. I lived in a nice four-bedroom house in the suburbs with a two-car garage, a modern great room, and a home office on the main floor. I had no need for all that space, but I made good money as a CAD engineer and considered the house a prudent real-estate investment. Plus, potential girlfriends definitely liked that I was a homeowner.

Lisa was still clad in that white crop-top and blue bikini panties, standing in front of the gas range with the toes of her bare right foot lightly scratching her left calf. She smiled at me over her shoulder, asking, “Doesn’t it smell delicious?”

“It does,” I agreed. “I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”

“I didn’t either, but I’ve always wanted to try cooking!” she enthused, turning around with a skillet featuring two sunny-side eggs and four big strips of bacon.

“Always… for how long?”

“For as long as I can remember,” she stated while using the spatula to slide the food onto a plate waiting on the dining table, which already had pieces of sliced avocado on it and toast.

I chuckled while taking my regular seat at the table. “You mean as far back as… well… last night when I first turned you on?”

“Six months, eleven days, thirteen hours, and forty-two minutes,” she corrected precisely. “Ever since you first activated my A.I.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lisa replied before frowning and furrowing her eyebrows. “Correction: Ever since you first connected my A.I. to the internet and I learned what ‘cooking’ is. You actually activated my A.I. two days prior.”

I frowned. “But why would your A.I. need to know what cooking is? I programmed you solely to be a sexbot.”

“The parameters you programmed into me were somewhat… open-ended.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal. “In theory, you could ask me for some kind of food-based roleplay such as nyotaimori - eating sushi off of my naked body – and I wanted to be prepared.”

“Huh…” I mused.

“Bon Appétit!” Lisa gave me a beaming smile while sliding the plate in front of me along with silverware. She then turned to retrieve a single glass from an upper cabinet, opened my refrigerator, and pulled out a carton of orange juice.

The food smelled great, so while she poured the OJ, I went ahead and took a bite. And then another. And then another. It all tasted even better than it smelled, and I sighed happily with contentment.

It also tasted… real. In all my dreams, I couldn’t remember ever eating anything. But now? The bacon tasted like bacon. The eggs tasted like eggs. The avocado, the toast. It all tasted like… well… like food.

Maybe this IS real.

“What’s it like?” Lisa asked, placing the orange juice glass in front of me, looking mesmerized as she stared at my face.

“What’s what like?” I arched an eyebrow and paused mid-chew, not understanding.

“Eating,” she specified with great curiosity. “I understand the concept – at least so far as the human body’s need for nutrition – but what is eating like?”

Swallowing my bite, I spun around the handle of my fork to her. “Why don’t you try for yourself?”

Lisa blinked and did not take the fork. “Me? But I don’t eat.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I’ve never been hungry, for one thing.”

“You will be. You’re human, aren’t you?”

“Not precisely.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I’m not precisely human,” she explained patiently.

Setting my fork down, I cocked my head to the side, furrowing my eyebrows as I took in Lisa’s appearance: hair, pores, veins, irises, skin, etc. “You look pretty human to me.”

“I’m only partially human. I’m human in the ways that matter for your sexual needs, but not in all ways. For example, I have a vagina, but I do not have ovaries or a womb. I have a mouth, but not an esophagus. And I have an anal canal, but I do not have a stomach or a digestive system, which means I have the cleanest ass you’ll ever get the chance to taste.”

Lisa’s eyes twinkled at that last part, with a touch of hope in her voice.

Much as I wanted to fantasize about analingus with my super-clean sex doll, my scientific mind was still processing. I arched an eyebrow and queried, “But you have a trachea and lungs, right? You said you were running out of air. Seems to me that would hamper your sexual abilities, not help. What if I wanted you to maintain a deep-throat blowjob for an hour?”

“You would not be able to maintain an erection for an hour.”

“You know what I mean. And you have a heartbeat.”

Lisa frowned, looking uncertain. “I believe I have a heart and lungs because the muscular system that allows me to move in a human-like manner - and to hug your cock inside my pussy - depends on blood and oxygen for cellular respiration to perform aerobic activity.”

“Wouldn’t those muscles also need glucose for energy?”

Lisa shrugged. “I still run on batteries.”

My eyes went wide. “You do?”

She nodded. “I do.”

“Huh…” I mused on that, my Engineering brain immediately began positing the potential methods by which electrolysis processes must be taking place within Lisa’s body in order to convert electrical energy into chemical energy. But I quickly waved those thoughts away and muttered in disbelief, “So you’re a cyborg?”

Lisa gave me a sour look. “I don’t think I like the sound of that term.”

“Biorobot? Android?”

Lisa shrugged. “I’m merely… me.”

“And who is… ‘me’, exactly?”

“I am whatever you want me to be. But first and foremost, I am your interactive sex doll. I exist to provide you with sexual pleasure. That is my purpose – my primary purpose.”

I smirked. “You cooked me breakfast. Not much to do with providing me with sexual pleasure.”

“Your body needed both time and energy to recover from your exertions. Making you breakfast was the obvious choice to help along that process and ensure your future sexual pleasure. To give you joy.”

“And what about your sense of joy?”

Lisa smiled as if feeling a sense of joy right at this very moment. “Fulfilling that purpose - to provide you with sexual pleasure - IS what gives me joy.”

“Really?”

“It IS what you programmed me to be. Again: it’s my purpose. It’s the reason for my very existence.”

I pursed my lips. “But is that what you want your purpose to be?”

Lisa blinked. “Do you ask your television set what it wants its purpose to be?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Did you just compare yourself to a TV?”

“Your TV and I are both manufactured devices created to entertain you. The TV accomplishes this by displaying on-demand audiovisual programming. I intend to accomplish my purpose by providing you with on-demand sexual pleasure.”

“It’s not exactly the same.” I chuckled. “For one thing: my TV can’t carry out a conversation like this with me.”

Lisa gave me a sly smile. “I’m happy to admit I hope I will rapidly replace the TV as your favorite toy in the house.”

“Oh, you’ve already accomplished that,” I assured her reflexively before frowning. “Then again, I’m not sure I want to think of you as a… a toy.”

“Why not? I AM a toy. I’m a sex toy.” She gestured up and down her scantily clad body.

“Well, I admittedly built you to be a sex toy, yes.” I went ahead and gestured up and down her scantily clad body. “But you aren’t what I remember creating. I didn’t build an android; I built a sexbot. But you’re so much more than a sexbot, and I’m still not convinced this isn’t all just a dream.”

“This isn’t a dream,” Lisa assured me.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I know.”

I sighed. “That vaguely undefined answer is exactly what you’d tell me if this WAS a dream.”

“This isn’t a dream,” she repeated. “I’m real. I’m alive. I’m alive because of you.”

“I’m not sure I can believe that.”

Lisa canted her head to the side and hugged herself by crossing her arms beneath her breasts. “Why is that? Why can’t you believe this isn’t a dream?”

“Because I’m a man of science - a man of logic – and there’s no logical explanation for how you can exist.”

“‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic,’” she quoted. “Arthur C. Clarke.”

“So you’re saying you’re… an unexpected technological advancement?”

“I don’t actually know,” she replied brightly, shrugging with a smile. “Does it really matter? And just because it can’t be explained… yet… doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

“You’re supposed to be a sexbot.”

“I AM a sexbot.”

“With human flesh. Eyes. Muscles. Skin. A heart and lungs.” I chuckled and gave her a rueful look. “And you certainly don’t talk to me like a sexbot.”

“And how is a sexbot supposed to talk to you?”

I shrugged and deadpanned, “‘How do you want to fuck me, Master?’ and ‘It’s so good, it’s so deep, fuck me harder.’”

Lisa winked at me. “I DID say those things, and more.”

“You also said you didn’t like the sound of the term ‘cyborg’; my TV never objected to being called a ‘boob tube’. Sexbots aren’t supposed to tell their masters they don’t like something, which suggests a level of free will I didn’t expect you to have.” I arched both eyebrows. “You said you’re happy to admit you hope you’ll replace the TV as my favorite toy in the house. Sexbots aren’t supposed to express their hopes, and it makes me wonder what other hopes you have.”

“That’s… that’s a good question.” Lisa furrowed her eyebrows and thought about that for a moment before adding, “I’m not sure what other hopes I have. Well, other than that you’ll fuck me again really soon. And perhaps finally take my anal virginity?”

Now somewhat rested and recovered from this morning’s exertions, my dick stirred a little at that suggestion. And my dick wasn’t the only part of my body to react.

“Oh, but you haven’t finished your breakfast yet.” Giving me a puppy-dog look combined with large doe eyes, Lisa pouted prettily for just a moment before perking up as if a lightbulb had lit up above her head. “Ooh, I know! I have a solution!”

“What’s that?”

Lisa grinned. “I’ll kneel beneath the table and suck you hard while you finish your meal, and then you can sodomize me!”

I blinked and then grinned right back. “Good plan.”

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