T3SS4 M84U (Mile High Club)

I could feel the auxiliary drives within her boot up, her whole body slightly abuzz as every processor roared in unison. The error list was quickly eaten away at as patches were issued, signal paths were re-opened, and behavior trees were optimized.

I looked back at Tessa, her face had resumed a neutral expression. I looked downwards. Beads of her expertly formulated lubricant streamed down her leg. I could smell the distinctive heady notes of the arousal fluid that glimmered in the artificial light of the lavatory.

Before I could look up, her hands enveloped me. She ripped her thong off, tossing it aside, before grinding into me. Under her short latex skirt, the tip of my dick easily found the warm, wet entrance to her synthetic vagina. I pushed inwards gently, soaking in the blissful feeling of her hot, tight artificial pussy pulsing around my throbbing member.

I pulled out and pushed in again, this time faster. I could feel her little plastic clit grinding against my groin. I breathed heavily and she moaned, "Ohhhhhh Sir, I needed your big dick inside me so bad! Mmmhmm!"

I kept pumping in and out of her, our bodies making slight slapping noises with each insertion. I could feel the mechanized elastomer bands of her vaginal walls constricting and relaxing up and down the length of my shaft.

I yanked the zipper down on her latex top, breaking it off as I bottomed it out. I breathed into the delicate audio sensors embedded in her cute plastic ear "Take it off."

She just nodded her head and leaned back slightly, still allowing me to penetrate her over and over. I watched her movement performance bus struggle with the calculations, and with mechanical progression she peeled the sleeves of the latex number off and tossed it aside. To the right of her navel, I spotted the slight tell of her previous malfunction and repair session; the tone of her replacement skin in the half-dollar sized circle was several shades lighter than the rest of her magnificent torso.

Her round breasts bounced realistically with my each push deep into her little sexbot mound. I grabbed hold of them, feeling her hard plastic nipples, stiff and fully engorged. They were tiny, pink, and almost certainly the most artificial looking part of her otherwise strikingly realistic body. I pinched one hard, watching it deform in between my fingers. Tessa squealed and pushed her face in to kiss me, but I resisted, pushing her away. Instead I took her other plastic nipple in my mouth and bit down on it. Tessa squealed again. I moved my tongue around the engorged synth-skin delicately, giving attention to the sides and tip individually. Tessa's grinding grew more erratic during this, her thrusts just barely becoming out of sync with my own. I looked at my phone and saw her processing loads were well above her designed specifications. I pulled my mouth and hand away from her nipples and watched her sensory processing bus dip in data consumption. Her grinding immediately readjusted itself, and once again she timed her pushes into me with perfect synchronicity of my own thrusts.

I pulled her skirt up so the back of it was fully above her round ass cheeks. I reached around and grabbed a hold of them, digging my fingers into their spongy softness. I decided to change our position and lifted her up against the wall. Her sexual programming instinctively recognized the position and wrapped her long athletic legs around my back. I pushed into her, harder and deeper than ever before. I felt a tiny tremor run through her as I bottomed out inside her. "Oh!" she muttered. I pulled out and did it again, "Ohh! Sir, I love it when you fuck me like that!"

We kept this up for several minutes. Sometimes we kissed, other times I pulled back to watch her breasts jiggle as the tremor of me maxing out her tight plastic pussy rattled her carbon-fiber frame. Her rubber snatch was hot and slippery, I glided in and out of her with unfathomable ease again and again.

Her breathing increased, her bucking became more erratic, and her vaginal walls pulsed around me with increasing levels of pressure. I took this to mean she was approaching orgasm, and I began speeding my pumping ever so slightly to aid in this.

"Wait!" She exhaled, "Put me down. I want to try one more thing with you."

I obliged and set her down, removing myself from her intoxicating sex for the first time since I entered it. She then pivoted and began grinding her ass into me. The firmness of her shapely cheeks felt good against my erection, which was glossy with her lubricant.

She turned her head around to face me and smiled devilishly. Then, in an incredible display of flexibility, she bent forward at the waist and grabbed the insides of her shins. This new position provided me an amazing view of her taught ass and her dripping robotic pussy.

I pushed in deep, my hardness and her wetness allowing me to penetrate her tight folds with ease. I grabbed the sides of her hips and pulled her into me, her pussy convulsing around me. It was almost too much, but I was able to pull out, using the tip of my erection to tease the elastic lips of her vagina.

She was panting now, "Uugghh Sir! Put it back inside me!"

"Yes mam!" I replied, and thrust deep into her.

"Ughhhhh" she moaned, trembling with simulated arousal and desire.

I kept my stiff member inside of Tessa for several moments, feeling her series of elastomer actuators pull, grind, twist, expand, and contract around my dick.

"Mmmmhhmmmm Sir!! What are you doing!? I'm so hot for you! I'm so close-close-close..."

The plane rattled harshly. I felt Tessa's internals shake, it felt oddly inhuman and was an incredible turn on.

"...close-close-close to coming for you!"

Her folds were hot, still expertly contouring to every curve of my bulging erection. I was nearing my own orgasm as well, thrusting deep inside the expertly tuned companion bot with pneumatic repetition.

Hitting another patch of turbulence, the plane again shook violently. I lost my balance and fell into Tessa, putting my weight onto her rear and back.

Her balance fared no better than that of my own however. Her shock absorbers errored out under the duel nature of my extra weight and the shaking plane. Her oscillation dampeners failed to actuate and her complex gyroscopes malfunctioned, unable to differentiate up from down.

She collapsed to the ground, face on the floor and ass in the air. I was still on top of her, somehow I was still inside of her. The turbulence had brought me somehow even closer with her than before. I could feel her plastic pussy grabbing at me as her orgasm sequence began firing. I was on the absolute brink, my head was swollen and I could feel convulsions beginning to run down my length.

"MmmmHhhmmm!! Sir-sir-sir..." Her voice hitched, "I've never felt-felt-felt-felt this good before!"

A third bout of turbulence then rocked the plane. We were thrown about the lavatory, into the walls, against the floor, against the door. I heard servo-motors within Tessa's lithe torso strain, fighting to keep my soon to climax member inside her taught, wet pussy.

This bot was an absolute sexual dynamo. A marvel of human engineering, executing her primary task brilliantly whilst undergoing an onslaught of system errors and uncontrollable environmental factors.

I felt her hot, slippery walls flex around my stiff erection again, tighter and sexier than ever before. My convulsions were rising too. Together we sat on the absolute precipice of a dream-inducing shared orgasm.

It all became too much and I exploded into her hot, wet, plastic cunt. I felt her sex tremble around me, her artificial vagina erupting with hot lubricant. She was bucking wildly, her sleek inner thighs quaking, and her vocal synthesizer cooing and moaning.

My pumps into her slowed as our parallel orgasms slowly waned, my vision was murky and unfocused. The plane kept shaking, more violently than before. Caught up in the haze of the best climax of my life I idly watched as my smartphone slid off the lavatory counter and right into the toilet. SPLASH. A few small blue rivulets of cleansing solution splashed onto the ersatz porcelain seat.

I slowly began emerging from the fogginess of my orgasm, realizing the severity of what had just happened. I crawled past Tessa towards the toilet. She smiled at me, a look of contentedness evidenced in the corners of her smile. Her captivating artificial body was still fully on display, seemingly glowing from our shared experience. She seemed okay so far.

Still too dazed to care, I reached my hand into the toilet and fished around for my phone. I found it and pulled it out from the blue liquid. The screen was still on, a good sign I thought. I wiped away the remaining rivulets of blue cleanser from the screen, and taking a better look immediately panicked. My home-brewed code injection application was glitching, erroneously filling Tessa's volatile memory with complete gibberish. I tapped at the screen to stop the flow of randomized data into her delicate software architecture. It was unresponsive. I tried to hard reset the phone, but it was unresponsive to that as well. I pulled the battery out of the phone, hoping to limit the damage.

I looked back to Tessa. She hadn't budged, but her face-plate was now twitching uncontrollably. I could only imagine what kind of effects the random assortment of data was having on her software's ability to pilot the hardware that was her complex synthetic body.

I swore I could see a hint of fear in her eyes as her face continued to scrunch up and release unnaturally. I could hear drives within her spinning up in a frenzy, the sounds of several cooling fans embedded within her joining in on the droning sound. I heard the cackle of electricity and several pops. I feared the worst. The strong acrid smell of burning plastic and singed electronics quickly consumed the lavatory. I watched wisps of smoke rise up from her parted lips. Her eyes were crossed, and she looked very confused. I knew in this moment that Tessa was finished, her components utterly fried, her logic circuits shot.

I snuck out of the lavatory. Nobody was in the compartment, thank goodness. I finagled my way into closing the lavatory door from the outside while keeping it locked. That should bar anyone from discovering her literal smoking body before the plane touched down.

I pushed through the privacy curtain and sat down in my seat. I looked around carefully. Everyone seemed to be exactly in the same spot they had been before I had gone on my little adventure. Maybe, just maybe I could get away with this one. -- -- Several months later I watched her come up for sale on a hard to find secondhand auction website. The seller was a subsidiary of AirGlobal's, and after reading through the specs and dimensions of the T3SS4_M84U for sale it was obvious that it was my Tessa.

I put in a bid for $45,000. It was $10,000 higher than the next closest bid, but this guaranteed the purchase. Within a few hours I had hammered out all of the shipping details and would be having the Tessa unit delivered to my flat the following week.

Her technical report specified her malfunction, stating that every processor had been replaced or refurbished in some fashion or another. Her code had been completely reformatted and reinstalled. Apparently she was fully functional, but her newly updated software and hardware were unable to properly function with the AirGlobal coding overlay. This had prompted them to sell her off, as she was presenting more trouble than she was worth.

The following week there was a knock at my door. I opened the door expecting to see a massive box on a dolly delivering her to me. However, when I opened it, it was a total surprise. There stood Tessa right in front of me, dressed fashionably in civilian clothes, beaming her brilliant smile, "Sir, I believe this is my new home?"

Grinning through my teeth I replied, "Oh, yes it is. Yes it is, Tessa."