Cyberotic [F26/F22, robot girl]

The Garden of Venus was the most popular brothel in the Sol System. The brothel employs and serves all clientele, of all races, genders, and sexualities. From the hermaphroditic reptilians known as the Drac to the centaur-like Ora to the Humans that first colonized Sol II, everyone was welcomed to the Garden of the goddess of love.

That being said, Amelia Dité, the human owner of the Garden, was confronted with something she wasn’t expecting. Sitting across from her desk was what resembled a human woman. She wore a blonde wig and a red, strapless dress, showing of her C cup breast. Her eyes glowed yellow and her skin was a deep black nylon. This was Cyla, the cyborg, and she was applying to become a prostitute. While it’s not unheard of a cyborg getting into sex work, Amelia had on of her eyes replaced with cybernetics, but Cyla was a full robot with only a brain left.

“Something wrong Ms. Dité?” Cyla asked in a soft but metallic sounding voice.

“Uhh, nothing is wrong. On paper at least.” Amelia said. “I just feel like your metal chassis may be a bit of a turn off to some clients.”

Cyla smiled. “That shouldn’t be too much of a problem. My model is lightweight, only a little over 200lbs. My body is also made to feel like normal human skin. I also have internal heaters so my body is soft and warm.”

“Sounds good.” Amelia said as she typed on her computer. “Speaking of body, I hope you let me run a small test run, to see if you’ll be a good fit for the Garden. You’ll be paid for your time, even if you aren’t accepted for the job.”

“Ok.”

“Ok. Please remove your clothes.”

Cyla followed her potential boss’s instruction, slowly removed her dress. She made sure make a show of the striping, in hopes of improving her chances. The strapless dress was lowered to Cyla’s hips. This revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as well as showing that her artificial breast had nipples. These nipples were a slightly lighter shade of black of the rest of her body. Amelia was impressed that these breast bounced like the boobs of a normal human woman. Cyla continued removing her clothes, and after a quick dance the cyborg was completely nude.

Amelia’s eyes locked onto Cyla’s pussy, which she did indeed have and it glistened, as if it was wet. Cyla realized Amelia’s confusion, and answered the question she didn’t asked out loud. “I have internal liquid tanks that I can use to simulate bodily fluids like saliva, sweat, milk, and…” She gestured to her pussy, which appeared to get wetter. “My tanks are only filled with water at the moment, but I can fill them with any liquid you want.”

Amelia was silent, but impressed. This feature could make Cyla a favorite at the Garden’s bar, as she could cum, sweat, or lactate alcohol. Even kissing her could be comparable to taking a shot, but her texture could be an issue.

Cyla was caught of guard when Amelia placed her hand on her left breast. As well, Amelia was surprised by how soft and smooth the cyborg’s chassis was. The black nylon felt like human skin, and was warm to the touch. This was because Cyla panicked and accidentally activated her internal heater. Amelia didn’t care though, she just wanted to bury her face into the heated body pillow that was Cyla.

But Amelia was able to control herself. Instead of burying her face into Cyla’s boobs, she laid her lips onto Cyla’s.

“Am I passing the test?” Cyla moaned before kissing Amelia again.

“You’re doing great.” Amelia said, rubbing the cyborg’s nipple in one hand and placing her other thumb into Cyla’s mouth. Her mouth was wet, like she said. The idea of filling Cyla’s tanks with wine and beer was still in Amelia’s head. “Just one more thing. Something special.”

Amelia returned to her desk, much to Cyla’s disappointment. Reaching into a mini fridge she kept by her desk, Amelia gifted Cyla a bottle of white wine. “Can you please fill you tank with this?”

“S-Sure… Do you have a restroom so I could drain and refill myself? Preferably with a shower or a bath tub, the process can be a little messy.”

“Uh, yeah. Behind that door is my private bathroom. It has a shower.”

“Thank you.”

When Cyla returned to the office she found Amelia was leaning on her desk, having had removed her button up shirt and laced bra. Cyla knew that she was going be feeding the wine to her, and Ms. Dité probably didn’t want to stain her work shirt. The question was how. Was she going to breastfeed Ms. Dité? Were they going to continue kissing and have her lap up the “saliva?” Cyla could also just put her finger into her mouth and just sweat out the wine.

“Can you please sit back down in the chair?” Amelia asked.

Cyla followed her instructions, sitting back into the leather chair.

“Please spread your legs.”

Cyla smiled, knowing where this was going. She spread her legs as fair as the chair allowed her, her pussy wet and ready.

Amelia kneeled down in front of Cyla and buried her face in between the cyborg’s legs. From the first lick, she could taste the white wine. “This is great.” She thought, driving her tongue as deep as possible. “Not only does she have a great pussy, she can get it to taste however the customers want. Hell, I’m tempted to keep her for myself.”

With one hand on her breast and one hand in Amelia’s hair, Cyla moaned loudly. This is why she, a cyborg, applied to become a prostitute. Endless pleasure, and for good pay. “K-Keep going. I’m going-I’m going to cum!”

With a scream, Cyla thrusted into Amelia’s face. White wine poured into Amelia’s mouth, faster than she could drink. Wine leaked from her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her breast.

Both women breathed heavily, the last of the wine dripping from Cyla’s pussy. “Did I get the job?” She said between breaths, knowing the answer already.

“If you think we’re not doing this again, than your a fucking idiot.” Amelia laughed. “The others are going to fucking love you.”

“Thank you Ms. Dité!”

Dité lifted herself up and kissed Cyla on the lips. “Call me Mistress Dité.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yax44c/cyberotic_f26f22_robot_girl