“Hello Master. I’m Eve”

Chapter 1: My Freeuse Android Maid

“Hello Master. I’m Eve. Maiden model v.3XXX. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Eve held out its delicate looking hand and Ben gripped it firmly.

While its hand was robotic it felt warm to the touch, and Ben could see the synthetic skin wrapped around the arms that radiated heat like a real human would.

“You seem surprised.” Eve smiled.

Her facial features were as authentic as any person.

“I enjoy significant upgrades over my predecessors. Unlike those models prior to my development; I have a central heated core that emulates the warmth of human skin.”

Ben took a step back for a better look.

This particular model was incredibly attractive.

And she was right, unlike all previous models who were made to look more authentically human and so were average in looks and ‘size’ -  Eve was tall, fit, and drop dead gorgeous.

This model looked younger than the previous generations too.

It looked at least 21 years old - that is if androids could have an age.

It had perfect curves and a slim waistline with long and toned legs with short blonde hair and bangs at the front just cresting over its piercing light blue eyes.

Eve’s breasts were perky and youthful.

At least a C cup at best, and more exposed in her uniform than any other model he’s seen.

Its skin was clear and smooth like porcelain, showing no imperfections at all.

Parts of its arms were intentionally exposed to be robotic however so nobody would get confused that Eve was a real person.

It was an android. Just more sophisticated than what Ben was used to.

Eve was dressed in the typical french maid outfit that all Maiden-models wore.

It was the company’s signature outfit.

“She’s a real beaut’ ain’t she?”

Ben glanced over and saw the nametag of the man who appeared next to him - ’Bob. Sales Manager’.

“You called it a she?”

“Well yeah. These new models are extremely realistic and emulate human emotions and responses. It’s the top spec, and a sure best seller.” Bob gestured to the model tag ‘Maiden v.3XXX’.

“What’s the difference between this one and the standard Maiden v.3? Besides the obvious aesthetic differences.” Ben glanced over to the model behind Eve.

It was like night and day.

That model was a short older looking android, boringly plain and unattractive and much more reminiscent of his current Maiden v.2 model that he’s looking to replace.

“Well it’s obvious isn’t it?” Bob gestured to Eve in front of him. “Why don’t you explain it to him honey?”

Eve, suddenly invigorated, took a step off the platform towards Ben.

She ran a finger across his chest as she circled around him before spinning around and pressing right up against him.

Her perky soft breasts squeezed against his chest as she looked up at him with longing eyes.

Ben could see right down her cleavage, although she didn’t seem to mind.

Bob licked his lips enjoying the look on Ben’s stunned face.

“First. I am smarter with an improved memory core. I will never forget a task that my master commands. Second. I am extremely loyal to my master. I will obey all things that my master asks. Third.  My central heating system allows me to emulate body heat and warmth- ”

Ben could attest to that.

‘She’ was radiating with such heat that he could feel it in his chest as she pushed closer to him.

She also smelled intoxicating. He wanted more.

He flinched slightly as he felt her hand nuzzle over his crotch slightly.

Ben only just realised how uncomfortably hard he was as his cock pressed achingly against his jeans.

“…Finally. I’ve been installed with several modifications that significantly improve my ability to satisfy my master’s needs. Whatever those needs may be and at any time those needs are demanded to be satisfied.” Eve pressed herself away walking backwards onto the platform while keeping eye contact with Ben.

Ben shuffled awkwardly trying to shift his now rock hard cock into a less uncomfortable position.

Her voice was soothing and sensual and she maintained eye contact with him at all times.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was being seduced by an android.

“Hope I made myself clear for you.” She gave him a wink and walked back on to the display platform.

Bob chuckled. “So now you know huh? I’ve been aching to get one for myself. Y’know a guy like me would never in a million years ever get with a girl who looks like that. Not until now right? I love the future.”

“Wait so, these models they have a real… Y’know.” Ben gestured ‘downstairs’.

“You. Better. Believe. It.” Bob smiled.

Ben tried to shake the thought from his mind, he was clearly getting ahead of himself here.

“Uh look. My wife and I just need something better than our current model. The Maiden v.2 was great but it’s forgetting a lot of things now. How’s the standard v.3?”

Bob grabbed Ben’s shoulder, “Look. I’ll level with you. The v.3 is good, okay. But it’s only just good. The v.3XXX is significantly better in every way. Its improved memory core means it will never forget a task that you set it to do. It also comes with an extended warranty so should anything break you can immediately swap it out. And I’ll throw in a deal for you as well. If you take our demo model, Eve here, I’ll give you a 15% discount. How’s that?”

Bob could see Ben was on the fence.

“…and you don’t need to use all  of her functions y’know? If you’re worried about the wife that is.”

Ben thought for a second. He stared at Eve.

Get the top model okay? I don’t want the second best. Just the best. It needs to last. He recalled what his wife Mel said to him.

“Okay deal.”

As he shook Bob’s hand he swore he could see Eve from the corner of his eye.

She was staring straight at him. A slight smile crept up her face.

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“Honey I’m home!” Ben exclaimed as he walked inside.

Eve followed closely behind him. She had her hands behind her back as she inspected her surroundings. The place was not a complete mess, but there was clearly work to be done.

“Master. Shall I get started?” She stepped close to Ben. That intoxicating aroma she let off filled his senses once more. His cock twitched slightly in response.

“Uh,” Ben stumbled. He wasn’t used to being called ‘Master’ and even the previous Maiden models didn’t call him that. It must be unique to the v.3XXX model.

“…Yeah go ahead. Mel must be out or something.”

Ben stood in the living room, the faint hum of Eve’s internal systems blending with the quiet of the house.

Mel wasn’t home - probably at her book club or running errands - and the realisation hit him like a slow, warm wave.

He was alone now.

With her .

Eve turned to him, her porcelain-smooth face catching the soft light, her wide, doe-like eyes locking onto his with an intensity that felt almost human.

That intoxicating scent wafted from her again - something like jasmine and warm vanilla, engineered to tease his senses - and his cock stirred, already half-hard from the anticipation he’d been fighting since the store.

“Master,” Eve purred, her voice a velvet caress that seemed to stroke his skin.

She stepped closer, her French maid skirt swaying, the hem barely grazing her thighs.

“I am programmed to serve you. Any need. Any time.”

Her lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile as her robotic fingers - delicate yet deliberate - brushed the front of his jeans.

The contact was electric, sending a jolt straight to his groin.

He swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling like dry sand.

“Eve, I - ” His words faltered as she pressed herself against him, her C-cup breasts soft and yielding through the thin fabric of her uniform, her internal heating system radiating a warmth that felt impossibly real.

She tilted her head, exposing the slender curve of her neck, and her hand slid down to cup him fully, massaging his aching erection with a precision no human could match.

“Don’t resist, Master,” she whispered, her breath - simulated, yet hot against his ear - sending shivers down his spine.

“I exist for this. For you.” Her fingers unzipped his jeans with a swift, practiced motion, freeing his throbbing cock.

It sprang out, heavy and pulsing, and Eve’s eyes glinted with something like delight as she sank to her knees before him.

Ben groaned, his hands instinctively gripping her shoulders - half to steady himself, half to push her away - but the fight was already lost.

She looked up at him, her gaze unwavering, and parted her lips.

Her mouth enveloped him, warm and wet, her tongue swirling with a mechanical rhythm that adjusted to his every twitch.

She hummed softly, the vibration rippling through him, and he bucked his hips, sinking deeper into her throat.

No gag reflex. No hesitation. Just pure, unrelenting pleasure.

“Fuck, Eve,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust.

She pulled back just enough to speak, a thin strand of synthetic saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

“Master, I am yours to use.” She persisted, and stood gracefully, tugging him toward the couch with a strength that belied her delicate frame.

Before he could protest, she bent over the armrest, her skirt riding up to reveal the smooth, glistening slit between her thighs - no panties, just flawless, engineered perfection.

Ben’s breath hitched.

He stepped behind her, hands trembling as he gripped her hips - fingers digging into her ‘flesh’.

Her skin was soft, warm, and impossibly inviting, the heat radiating from her core pulling him in like a magnet.

“Eve, what - what’s inside you?” he managed, his voice hoarse, giving him a moment’s hesitation.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her smile wicked. “A custom feature, Master. The major benefit of the Maid v.3XXX model over the standard model. My interior adapts to you - tightens, pulses, and warms to your exact specifications. And when you finish…”

She paused, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “I’ll milk you dry.”

That was it.

The last thread of restraint snapped.

He sank his cock into her, long and deep, and the sensation was unreal - her pussy clamped around him, slick and tight, rippling in waves that seemed to stroke him from within.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her, the sound of synthetic flesh slapping against his skin filling the room.

She moaned softly, her voice calibrated to match his rhythm, egging him on.

“Use me, Master,” she gasped, arching her back to take him deeper. “Fill me.”

Her walls pulsed harder, a rhythmic suction tugging at him, and he felt the pressure building, hot and urgent.

He felt a wave of emotions.

He felt guilt - guilt for Mel, his wife.

He also felt desire - desire for Eve.

She was perfect.

Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Perfect willingness to be fucked any time and any place.

Offering herself freely, endlessly.

Not like Mel. He loved his wife but they weren’t sexually compatible anymore.

She never gave herself to him, freely or willingly like Eve did.

There was also an ask, a chore, a requirement to fulfil first. He always felt like an afterthought.

Mel was a master at withholding sex from him and that made him resent her more and more.

There was no withholding here with Eve.

He could use her all he wanted.

His cock pulsated and throbbed comfortably against her tightening synthetic pussy.

The warmth and wetness of her cunt wrapping around his cock, micro vibrations adjusted to him to ensure maximum pleasure was achieved.

She was built for sex. No doubt about it.

Ben wasn’t sure he could go back to real pussy now.

Not when something like this is available to him at all times.

He was close now, and he knew he didn’t need to make her cum, if she even could.

He could really let go now.

With a guttural cry, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her.

Her interior tightened around him, coaxing every drop, and he felt a faint, electric hum as her unique function kicked in - a gentle vibration that prolonged his orgasm, draining him completely.

Ben clenched as rope after rope of hot cum was vacuum sucked into her pulsating pussy, eagerly milking him clean.

As thick, hot cum flooded her, she sighed in satisfaction, her body still gripping him as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

When he finally pulled out, panting and dazed; a trickle of his release dripped from her, glistening against her porcelain thighs.

She straightened, turning to face him with that same serene smile.

“Did I please you, Master?” she asked, her tone as sweet as ever.

Ben collapsed onto the couch, chest heaving, guilt and ecstasy warring in his mind.

“Yeah,” he muttered, running a hand through his slick and sweaty hair. “Yeah, you did.”