By Design

Back on the 134th floor, she excused herself briefly and returned in only her heels, some stockings, her matching jewelry, and wrist cuffs locked in front of her. She had House lower a hook from the ceiling by a window wall. She hooked her wrists to it and raised it as far as she could reach. She asked me to fuck her.

I began where we left off, standing behind her with my cock in her ass crack, up against the butt plug. I massaged her enormous boobs and tweaked her nipples while I humped her and we looked out the window into the apartment across the alley. My neighbor waved and came over to his window wall while he talked on his phone.

After only a moment my PSP went into her usual semi-faint, issuing little gasps and moans but, of course, remaining suspended and upright. I pulled her ass toward me a bit and inserted my cock into her pussy, glad that it had been Designed with some extra length because her ass was so well rounded. She gave a little shriek as I slid all the way in but then tried to hump me, not very successfully since her feet were off the floor. I bounced her up and down for the benefit of my neighbor who, though we had never met, was on good waving terms with me. Her nipple jewels were banging up and down so hard I worried they might bruise her. She was soon coming repeatedly and was extremely vocal. I would not have been surprised if she could be heard even through the two walls of tornado glass that separated us from my neighbor.

Eventually my neighbor had to concentrate on his call, so I put a finger to her clit, pumped her even harder, came, and let my cum slide down her legs, with her juices, toward the carpet. The autocleaner undocked and sucked it in before it hit the floor.

I washed, buckled myself up, and spent a moment admiring her fantastic body suspended from the ceiling, running my fingers over her tits and pussy. Then I let her down. She was barely conscious but she wrapped her arms around my neck to avoid collapse. She thanked me breathlessly and repeatedly and confirmed how relieved she felt. She said she really liked me, that it would be easier for her to sleep tonight, and if I had any time in the morning to please let her know. We kissed.

Again, that was the best part. I liked how her loosely curling hair framed her face and fell over her shoulders, just short of covering her breasts. She had extremely cute eyebrows, a pert little nose, and beautiful, soft lips. It was really nice how her giant boobies flattened out and pressed all over my chest when she hugged me, and she seemed to have genuine affection for me.

I was reminded that despite her inhumanly perfect Design and our contractual relationship, she was an intelligent person that I was coming to like. PSP relationships were meant to be impersonal, arms' length affairs, except while services were being rendered, of course. Getting emotionally involved was a breach of contract, not to mention a breach of etiquette. The problem was that, although her Design was intended for sex, her personality seemed conducive to emotional attachment. While of course I could resist that, I was not sure I could get myself to try.

Whatever the niceties, it seemed likely that despite her arousal problems, I would want to extend her contract. I hoped that she would feel the same.

WEDNESDAY

It was busy at work but I found excuses to leave on time. I was, after all paying for a week, and time was money.

We went to a movie that had recently been nominated for a film industry prize. It was at a theatre that, like most, had no restrictions on patron activities. This one had reclining chaises and usher service at your seat.

At a stimulating movie it was common to engage in some stimulation of your own, as at the historic drive-in movies of old. Here, though, you could also join the couple next to you or go to the padded area under the spotlight in front of the screen. I had never done either since I always came alone and had no partner to trade. When I had imbibed enough to find the nerve I would sometimes engage the services of a GD usherette. They were externally spectacular, of course, but they could be a little brusque. Still, they were the source of a lot of my meager experience. I was greatly looking forward to a movie with my new PSP.

This movie asked the age-old question of when AI should be granted human rights. Everyone knows that day is coming, because AI keeps getting smarter. At some point it will claim consciousness and no one will be able to prove otherwise. In the movie, AI's were in enhanced human form and their ability to appreciate aesthetic experience was to be a deciding factor, so their superhuman sexual talents were tested. That was stimulating to watch, especially in 3D.

My PSP reclined next to me, uncovered her breasts and kept her fingers in my pants throughout the show. She stroked me slowly and slightly breathlessly, her boobs rising and falling and quivering noticeably during the most exciting scenes. I slid a hand into her panties and tried to keep her just short of making a scene. Another couple saw us and asked to join. They were very insistent. I declined on grounds of newness, but it confirmed that my PSP was an unusually attractive Partner.

Somehow she brought me off at exactly the height of the action, neatly and professionally, and cleaned up again with her tongue. Then the AI's asked the humans to prove that humans were conscious, and the movie was over.

On the way home I asked her what her response to the other couple would have been. She said whatever turned me on, of course. She didn't say what that would be, but I was sure she knew. Instead, she just hugged my arm against her tits and said she'd had a great time and was feeling very, very aroused. I knew what that meant.

Back home we had a drink and had House run another porno. She had me fuck her tits while I watched the movie. I came on her face. Then she sucked my dick while she watched the movie. A party scene started and she asked me to trigger her post-hypnotic suggestion for bi-sexuality. After that she became even more stimulated. I teased her pussy lips and she climaxed time after time as I just grazed her clit with my fingertip. She moaned around my cock until I finally came again, in her mouth.

THURSDAY

The next morning she got up early to see me out the door at 5 AM. She offered a quick interlude but I told her I was behind schedule and risked being late for work. I think she was disappointed, but she kept her word not to be a pest. She said she had something new for me tonight if I was feeling adventurous; it was one of her best subjects but she would need one of her post-hypnotic suggestions triggered before I left. I didn't have time for that either, but I gave her codes to House.

I had trouble concentrating at the office, so once again I flew home on time. She met me at my portal, seeming eager and enthused about her plans for the evening. After asking permission, she gave me a big kiss. House's suggestion had obviously been effective, since kissing me without permission was already routine.

After a nice dinner of artificial fish and organic kelp, she asked me to give her a minute to prepare. She shortly tottered back in her highest heels, stockings, and thick metal bands at her wrists and elbows. Her golden hair was in a high, looped braid. She carried a large metal hook and a sort of bungee cord.

Kneeling in front of me, knees splayed, she hooked the bungee cord to the loop in her braid. She expertly slipped the metal hook into her ass, bent her head way back and, reaching behind her, stretched the cord and attached it to a metal loop on the top of the protruding hook. Then she reached even further behind her and I heard the loud snick-snick of powerful magnets connecting each of her wrists to the bands just above her opposite elbows. She had effectively immobilized herself in seconds. I was frozen with amazement. She asked if she could please suck my cock and, finding I was still stunned by her transformation, started to beg and plead with me. She said she needed to feel me in her throat. Also, she knew I would like the way her tits were stuck out on display. Talk about professional!

Unfortunately she had miscalculated heights. She could only tickle the underside of my shaft with her tongue if she raised herself a few inches off her haunches, which was exhausting. I helped by pointing myself down. She took me in gratefully and started a sensuous sucking, watching my eyes constantly for my reactions. She was well trained and the sensations were lovely. Somehow her delicate features made me look even bigger than I am. Her lips were stretched thin and she was clearly aroused as she took in more and more of me.

Eventually I felt I needed more stimulation, and her hands being unavailable I took matters into my own. I held her head and slowly humped her face. It was amazing how deep I could go, although that got a little messy. Then I withdrew entirely, stroked myself, and crisscrossed her smiling face with ropes of cum. Some entered her mouth. She kissed it out and let it run down her cheeks and onto her tits. Then she pleaded with me to fuck her. She was very, very hot for me, she said. She begged me to hurry.

I promised I would get to that. But while I was recovering I knelt in front of her and toyed with her tits and pussy. With her head held back she couldn't see what I was doing, so every nipple tweak and every stroke of her slot was a surprise. Of course she orgasmed quickly and was soon gasping and shaking. I held a finger at her cunt, and she tried to bounce up and down on it, making her tits and nipple jewels bounce and slap wildly. It was extremely fetching.

After only a few minutes I felt able to make good on my promise. I grabbed her around the waist, dropped her over the arm of my couch, held her thighs apart, and entered her. She recommenced her orgasms immediately. Initially she was just squealing softly, but soon she was screaming with every stroke like one of those girl tennis players. It got so loud that under the terms of my lease House was obliged to start noise cancellation. I thought she was enjoying it but it was hard to be certain, since her cries sounded so close to distress. I stopped. But she immediately begged for more, so I continued to pound her at maximum depth while she squirmed and pleaded and whimpered. It was hot. It must have appealed to some primitive 21st Century instincts, I guess. Regardless, I was thinking that my PSP was the best of the best.

When we were both satisfied, she was draped over the couch in a puddle of glistening sweat. I felt about the same. I sat on the floor next to her so I could kiss her cummy face, and once again, kissing was somehow the best part. I was touched she had put herself through this performance based only on my preference profile. I trailed my fingers over her warm, wet, sensational ass and over the hook still embedded in her. I toyed with her gushing slot. She was still exhausted and limp as a rag, but she smiled and wiggled for me.

We kissed and kissed as we slowly came down. Eventually she asked me to disengage her magnets. I also gently disconnected the elastic cord from her braid. I massaged her sore neck, helped wipe my cum into her mouth, and then committed a true breach of etiquette: I asked whether she wanted to share my bed for the night. She kissed me back and said yes. Maybe she was still being submissive. But I liked it. A lot.

In bed, before we drifted off, we had a long talk about not much. She was fascinating and endlessly amusing. We hugged each other and trailed our fingers around in a friendly way. Her boobs were like giant balloons between us, and I kept my enhanced cock extended between her thighs. It was suddenly essential to me that she renew her contract. But she was an enormous talent, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to hold her interest.

FRIDAY

The next morning House woke me a little early to a romantic tune. I liked that, but I wondered whether she and House had been talking. I found her staring at me from the other end of my pillow. She gratuitously kissed me before I could even twitch. I liked that, too. We cuddled and talked. She made me feel important, somehow, which just showed the extent of her professional abilities.

She eventually asked if I could fuck her again before work; she had really enjoyed last night and had been waiting for me to wake up. She was still feeling a little submissive and would like me to hold the loop in her braid. While she asked me she was stroking my cock under the covers, which was very persuasive. I did as she asked, taking her from behind, holding the loop in one hand and part of a giant tit in the other, and watching her ass flesh ripple in waves as I banged against it. She screamed a little less but seemed to enjoy herself. In the shower she shivered and recovered slowly while House, unbidden, pummeled our erogenous zones with various jets and sprays. Again, it occurred to me that she and House had been making plans behind my back.

We had breakfast together. She asked whether I wanted to do anything special on the last night of our trial week, and I suddenly realized she worked an old-fashioned 5-day week. I said anything with her would be special. She said she might be able to come up with something memorable; I should try to rest up during the day.

I was three minutes late for work, so I got 3,000 bonus demerits. But it was worth it.

****

On the evening flight home I found myself coming up with increasingly generous offers for her six month contract. I had House order a gift for her. I was also wondering about what she had planned for the evening.

I think House was now clearly in league with her, because she opened the portal while I was still approaching. So did another gorgeous PSP, her best friend from school who was here for a sleepover, she said. The friend had long dark hair, luminous green eyes and preternaturally long, slender legs. They were wearing matching stockings and nipple chains. Any doubt about the agenda was resolved by her friend's lengthy French kiss and their joint request that I trigger their post-hypnotic suggestions for bisexuality.

I objected that there was nothing in the standard contract that required this. My PSP said that she just wanted to give me a good time, uncompensated, and that her best school friend had volunteered to help. And House was going to make and edit a video for me of an evening they hoped would be memorable.

I was impressed that my PSP was going above and beyond our contract. Either she was being ambitious, or she was being very, very, nice to me. But then, I had exceeded the contract norms too. It was worth further thought. Sometime. But not immediately, because at the moment my PSP's lips were on mine and her breasts were crushed all over my chest, and her friend's hands were in my pants while she twined a graceful leg with mine from behind.

We had cocktails and dinner, and I congratulated my PSP on her week's performance. I asked whether she would like to negotiate terms for an extension of services. Since we had company she suggested we do it the next day, even though her trial contract term was over at midnight. But she was all smiles and I was glad it seemed I would see her in the morning.

After dinner we played a game the brunette had downloaded to her forearm computer. By answering questions and winning bets you could earn credits to buy sexual favors at prices set by the game. The brunette was surprisingly good, but my PSP shut us both down and bought most of the favors.

She started by buying my work onesie. Then she bought a deep French kiss from me. I caught her as her knees gave out. After that, she started buying things mostly for her school friend and for me rather than herself. Her friend had to be given a tongue lashing by me on each of her erogenous zones, which took a while. Then she bought me an expensive chance to fuck her friend's ass. Then she bought her friend a lengthy clit nibble from me. Then she bought me a chance to doggy fuck her friend, but this time my PSP couldn't resist paying extra to be able to lie on the table and have her friend eat her out while she was being fucked. And so on. When the brunette had finally earned enough credits, mostly by performing sex acts on me, she had me eat out my own PSP. There was lots of happy screaming. They gave each other knowing glances and winks. I thought perhaps the fix was in.

After the game we all adjourned to my bed, where House was ready with a video feed of our game, a ceiling mirror, and spotlights that tracked our more interesting parts. Little cameras appeared and disappeared around the walls and ceiling. We also had a magnum of Champaign, and consequently my recollections of the evening are incomplete. I do remember fucking my PSP missionary style and sticking my tongue way down her throat while her school friend somehow wiggled a finger into her butt. I think my PSP, all three holes finally filled, came for 20 minutes straight. I'll have to check the video.

SATURDAY

I awoke expecting to be alone but found my PSP staring at me again. And she kissed me again before I could even twitch. That girl was a mongoose.

I had been about to say that she was off the clock and that much as I enjoyed her company, there was no requirement that she stay. But she indicated she enjoyed my company and would like to spend the day with me. I called in sick, which cost me 500,000 bonus credits. So it goes. She was adorable.

We went to the 187th floor rooftop park, which has a tree and is sometimes sunny. Unfortunately, due to deforestation, oxygen up there is always a little scarce. We walked slowly. She held onto my arm and asked about my work. I described our algorithm in general terms, and she pointed out that we probably weren't using the most relevant background rate for one of our Bayesian analyses. I practically fell over; this idea could be worth several million bonus points! I picked her up, spun her around, let her boobs slide down my face and chest, and kissed her. She explained that, although her parents had picked sexual services for her Design, she had naturally inherited some of their genes for math and stats. She concluded that it would be profitable for me to spend more time with her.

I brought up the contract extension and offered her an absurdly high salary. She closed her eyes and thought carefully. Before she could answer, I proposed two additional, non-standard provisions: first, we would be exclusive even on her days off; and second, we would each agree not to commit to any other contract for the following period. My proposal was that, if all went well, we would enter an Unlimited Term Contract, with all the usual ceremonies, when the six months was over. A UTC is significant; it takes the form of a partnership. It can be terminated, but not without a sharing of assets and future income under a complicated formula. As I said this, I went down on one knee and offered her a ring of the type that traditionally signifies exclusivity. House had bought it for me. It matched her nipple jewels.

She gasped. Maybe it was surprise, or maybe it was just the oxygen deficit. But then, with a serious face but smiling eyes and a few tears, she agreed, subject to a 20% profit share, a salary COLA, and an allowance for disbursements. She introduced herself. Her name was Lily. We kissed at the top of the world.