Open Late, Part 2

In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining biology with nanomachines: cyborgs down to the cellular level, but outwardly perfectly human in appearance. Too perfect, in fact. Over concerns of the new artificial people posing as real humans, world governments quickly acted to require that they all be made to possess a clearly visible non-human trait, which was accomplished in a variety of ways by drawing upon both fanciful fiction and animal DNA. Now, they live and work among us, programmed to serve. You can even have sex with them. These are some of their stories. These are the

CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES

“Open Late, Part 2”

by the Perv Otaku

I arrived at the restaurant and clocked in, same as any other shift at my part-time fast food job. What can I say, there’s not much else available to a college student. Pretty much all of us there are college and high school students, except for Alison, the bioroid with “bot” style ear antennae. Being near her was the highlight of this job, especially since last week when she revealed that she had noticed my crush on her all along, and returned my affections by taking my virginity on the kitchen floor.

Well, okay, that’s overstating it a little. It seems my boss Mr. Walters used her as a fuck toy rather frequently, and that day had forgotten to take her back out of horny sexbot mode. That left her with a craving for cock and I was the most convenient provider. It was a dream come true for me, and since that night we had a shared secret, expressed through knowing glances at each other while fetching burgers for customers. Well, I was probably just imagining that on her part, but I had fallen pretty hard for her.

I looked around for her, as always, and didn’t see her. It was still early though, the afternoon lull, and I was scheduled to work through the dinner period. There was plenty of time to be around my angel. “Hey Steve, Walters is waiting for you in his office. Said to send you in there as soon as you got here,” said one of my coworkers as he brushed past me. Shit, that’s never a good thing. It couldn’t be about that, though. Could it?

I went to the back room office and knocked on the closed door. “That you, Steve?” came his gruff voice from within.

“Yes,” I said.

“Then get your ass in here and close the door behind you,” he said. As I opened the door I could see that the lights were off inside the small office. Some light spilled in from the outside, but I had the door closed again before I could actually process what I saw. As soon as the door latched closed, Mr. Walters flicked a lamp on and I could see everything clearly. I could see all of her clearly, that is, Alison’s naked body, bent over his desk. “Now lock it,” he said. I just stood there, dumbfounded. “I said lock the door, kid, you want someone else seeing this?” I shook my head and locked the door.

“Alright, go ahead and get your cock out, you can have her mouth first,” he said while rising from his chair and freeing his own hard cock from his pants.

“What… what?” I stammered.

“Jesus, kid, it’s only been a week, you forgotten how to fuck her already?” said Mr. Walters.

“But, but, you told him? You said you wouldn’t!” I protested, looking down at Alison.

She just smiled back up at me with a grin and a lustful glint in her eye, while Mr. Walters answered, “Whatever she said to give you that idea, remember, these bioroids can be rather literal. Gotta be explicit about stuff. Besides, I’m her owner, she can’t keep secrets from me. I asked her if anything happened and she told me what she did with you. Now get that cock in her mouth. Always wanted to have a go sharing her with somebody.”

I did as I was told, and frankly it was a relief to get my now raging hard-on out of my pants and between her eager lips. Mr. Walters stood behind her and pushed his own rod into her pussy, and we both started fucking her as she moaned softly. “So you’re not mad about it?” I asked.

“Shut up while you’re ahead, kid,” he said. “Can’t say I was happy about it, but it was my fault for not switching her off, and at least she zeroed in on you instead of throwing herself at customers. Plus after seeing the way you look at her, I don’t have the heart to fire you.” I didn’t have a response for that other than to groan at the wonderful feeling Alison’s lips and tongue were giving my dick.

I tried to keep my focus on her, rather than to look up at Mr. Walters with his thick mustache and receding hairline. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and his cock doing the same in her pussy. He slapped her ass and said, “You liking this, slut?” Alison nodded with her mouth full of my meat. “Yeah, good girl. I knew you would.”

I was still a little dazed by the whole situation and wasn’t close to cumming yet, but it was only a few more minutes before Mr. Walters grunted deeply, presumably unloading his jism inside her, and then pulled out.