Greta, The Limited Edition

Image of a woman's head where her face is human, but the back of her had is mechanical, as if she's a robot, which goes well with my story about a limited edition robot.

Content warning: implication of violence

Finally, finally, she was here.

Turning around, Gideon looked at the enormous wooden crate he had just signed for. He had waited for a month since he had paid and while the company did background checks on him, and only two days ago, the company had informed him about the approval of his purchase and the secret delivery of the limited edition Greta.

His wife.

Or he intended for her to be that soon.

Only one hundred true-to-life robot women were available, and his was number 69. He had smirked when he saw the number, wondering how many of those moments they would have.

His heart raced faster when he opened the crate. Beautiful red curls framed her face, her green eyes still closed. He knew they were green, because he had mentioned his preference on the application form. That, and her personality — feisty — were the only features he could determine. The rest, even her name, was ‘standard’ to this limited edition.

She — Greta — was even more beautiful, more real than he had seen in the advert. Not able to wait longer, he stepped into the crate, slipped his arms around her, and cupped her soft bottom. He squeezed as the manual said this was the way to turn her on.

“Gideon,” Greta said, “my love! I’m so happy to be with you.”

He shivered with delight when her arms circled around him, and she nuzzled his neck. He pulled back a bit and looked into her almost-unnaturally green eyes. Their lips met in a sensual kiss, sending tiny electrical shocks to his crotch, where blood collected and his member swelled.

He jumped back when she bit his lip. Her laugh filled the room, and she stepped out of the crate. Definitely feisty, he thought when he watched Greta sit on the couch, stretch her arms to the side, and spread her legs.

Her short dress moved up and revealed a naked crotch. Gideon stared, wondering how she could be so real. Then again, she was a limited edition.

“Want some?” Greta said, and Gideon almost jumped at the opportunity, kneeling between her knees and burying his face in her intoxicating scent. His tongue slipped between her folds, her moans urging him on. She folded her legs over his shoulders, trapping him against her. A long, guttural moan escaped her when an orgasm shuddered through her body.

Gideon came up for air. She pulled him closer, and they kissed passionately. She ran one hand through his hair and gently rested the other against his cheek.

“I love you, Gideon,” Greta said when their lips parted.

She was everything he had hoped she would be.

“I love you too,” he reciprocated.

“Can you fuck me now?” she asked.

Gideon jumped up and start undoing his belt, eager to please her.

God, I love a woman who knows what she wants!

“No, not here,” she said, “in the bedroom.”

Gideon scooped Greta up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. In his urgency, her feet bumped into a lamp and then against the wall, making both of them laugh. He stumbled into the bedroom, tripping over the corner of the carpet, but reached the bed just in time not to drop Greta from his arms.

Still squealing with laughter, and warm with lust, Gideon rolled on top of Greta, his hands exploring her body while he kissed her. She squirmed beneath him, as excited as he was. Tongues danced around each other, and hands tore at each other’s clothes.

Greta rolled Gideon on his back and straddled him, whispering in his ear: “I want you.”

She tortured his throbbed cock, rubbing her wet slit over it. Once. Twice. Again. And, again, until she cocked her hips, her greedy cunt swallowing his cock.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her head thrown back, “fuck, fuck, fuck, that feels so good.”

Her pelvis turned in circles, trapping his cock inside, just where Gideon wanted to be. He wanted to take over and ram himself into her, but letting her take the lead was so much better. He put his hands on her hips, following the movement. Her hands first covered his, then grabbed his wrists and pinned them under her knees.

“Let me fuck you.”

Gideon, more excited than ever before, watched her body writhe and twist. She slumped forward, her hands resting on his chest. A couple of thrusts more, and her hands were around his throat. When she pressed too hard, he tried to move his hands to stop her, finding he couldn’t.

Greta looked deep into his eyes, a smile decorating her lips.

“Ride it out,” she said. “Trust me, you can do this.”

He struggled for air, but kept his eyes on hers.

“I love you so much,” she said. “This orgasm is my gift to you.”

His cock twitched inside her, and his head felt lighter. On the brink of an orgasm, he drifted into a world of grey. The intensity of his body exploding into hers would’ve made him gasp if he had enough air to do so.

“Fucking fool really believed I’m a limited edition robot. You should’ve seen him drool,” Greta said to the man next to her while they looked down at the dead body on the bed. It was the same man who had handed Gideon the delivery notice to sign only hours before.

“Time to get back in the crate,” the man said, took the wig with red curls from her and handed her a blonde one. “We have another delivery to make today. Another lonely millionaire who believes in robots and has signed a non-disclosure. Only three more, then we can leave the country and live off the money for the rest of our lives!”

© Rebel’s Notes
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

13 thoughts on “Greta, The Limited Edition

  1. What a twist! I’ll be sure to recommend it to those who want a partner to “take control.” Stories like this only harden my resolve about AI. Lol

    1. I don’t really trust the world of AI either. I am all about gadgets, but no Alexa or Google thingies are getting into our home 😉

  2. Oh Marie … that was a surprise ending. And just when I was getting so excited and marvelling at the technological advances that I was imagining making her seem so real.
    But you see … that’s why breath-play is one of my hard-limits!
    Though of course, I’ve never met a millionaire … yet !!!
    Xxx – K

    1. I really enjoyed writing this story… the idea to make her not be a robot came as I was writing 😉 xox

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