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"Can they feel anything?" I asked. "Do they experience orgasm like a regular person?"
"They're programmed to recognize what auditory and tactile stimuli are designed make them feel good," she said. "They quickly learn what behaviors generate positive outcomes, and respond as a normal person would. Though they can't actually feel pleasure the way the rest of us do, their central processors register sexual stimuli as a 'reward.'"
I looked back at Dylan and saw that his penis was standing straight up at a near ninety-degree-angle, bobbing sexily against his flat stomach. His fully erect cock appeared to be at least nine inches in length and almost as thick as a Coke can around. The head of his penis glistened with a translucent dewy substance, and even the color of his engorged organ had darkened, as if it was filled with blood.
"That's mighty impressive," I said, peering at Bonnie again. "Can he actually—cum out the end?"
Bonnie smiled and nodded at the familiar question.
"He will indeed squirt after sufficient manipulation. Just like any man, with the right stimulation, he will reach climax."
"Only once like a regular man?"
"That's the difference between our cyber companions and a regular man. They can respond immediately and repeatedly, without any necessary recovery period. He's available twenty-four-seven to service your needs, whatever they may be."
I looked at the glistening head of Marcos's throbbing cock and licked my lips unconsciously.
"What about his ejaculate? What does it taste like?"
"All of our models, regardless of gender, employ the same natural organic lubrication. It's a special mixture of aloe vera, shea butter, vitamin E oil, and natural citric acids. It's highly slippery, non-tacky, and completely safe internally. You can even swallow it. I think you'll find the taste quite agreeable."
Jesus, I thought. A giant cock that rises on demand and shoots a perfect, tasty lubrication every time. Who'd want a regular man after trying one of these?
"Would you like to give him a try?" Bonnie asked.
I looked back at Dylan as he smiled at me slyly with his giant hard-on bobbing against his stomach. Then I reflected back to the video I saw yesterday and remembered how hard I came imagining the pretty redhead's lips wrapped around my clit.
"Maybe another day. First, I'd like to see what special features your female models have."
As we continued walking down the long display hall, my pussy got wetter and wetter as I ogled the pretty models lining both sides of the aisle. When we got to a transgender model, I stopped in my tracks. She had a perfect female figure with large, natural-shaped breasts and a thin waist with curvy hips, but between her legs hung another large circumcised organ similar to Dylan's. I bent down and peered between her legs, noticing that she didn't have any balls.
"This is Christine," Bonnie said, walking up to the window. "Another one of our popular models. You noticed she doesn't have any testicles."
"Yes," I said. "Does she—"
"She comes equipped with both sets of fully functioning sex organs,” Bonnie said, reading my mind. “Her penis works just like Dylan's, but she also has a normal woman's genital anatomy. Our customers find she can be very versatile..."
I scanned the model's hips looking for a hint as to what lay on the other side.
"What about her—back side? Do all of your models come equipped with a working anus?"
"If by working you mean penetrable, yes. And unlike most people's back doors, ours are only designed for one function. They have the same organic slippery lube that is emitted from the other openings, so they can be enjoyed in every possible way."
Fuck me, I thought. I'd always enjoyed having my asshole licked but had been reluctant to return the favor unless I knew my partner had just bathed. With these cyber robots, I could go to town giving them a rim job whenever I wanted.
Bonnie looked at me, unsure if I wanted to stop and experiment with some of this robot's responses as well.
"Shall we continue?" she asked.
I paused for a moment, reflecting back on the recent dream I'd enjoyed playing the role of a fully functioning hermaphrodite. And then I remembered the pretty princess who'd been the principal focus of my dream.
"Yes," I said. "I'm eager to meet Juliette."
Near the end of the hall, Bonnie stopped in front of another tall window and nodded to the figure inside.
"This is Juliette. I'm kind of partial toward her myself. I think you chose wisely."
I turned to face the model and gasped. She looked like a cross between Christina Hendricks, Lindsay Lohan, and Angie Everhart. But her body was all Christina Hendricks. Full-figured with firm D-cup breasts, her waist tapered then swelled to hourglass-shaped hips, supported by long, curvy legs.
