Chapter 1: My Freeuse Android Maid

"Hello Master. I'm Eve. Maiden model v.3XXX. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Eve held out its delicate looking hand and Ben gripped it firmly.

While its hand was still robotic it felt warm to the touch, and Ben could see the synthetic skin wrapped around the arms that radiated heat like a real human would.

"You seem surprised." Eve smiled. Her facial features were as authentic as any person.

"I enjoy significant upgrades over my predecessors. Unlike those models prior to my development; I have a central heated core that emulates the warmth of human skin."

Ben took a step back for a better look.

This particular model was incredibly attractive.

Unlike all previous models who were made to look more authentically human and so were average in looks and 'size' - Eve was tall, fit, and drop dead gorgeous.

This model looked younger than the previous generations too. It looked at least 21 years old - that is if androids could have an age.

It had perfect curves and a slim waistline with long and toned legs with short blonde hair and bangs at the front just cresting over its light blue eyes.

Eve's breasts were perky and youthful. At least a C cup, and more exposed in her uniform than any other model he's seen.

Its skin was clear and smooth like porcelain, showing no imperfections at all.

Parts of its arms were intentionally exposed to be robotic however so nobody would get confused that Eve was a real person.

It was an android. Just more sophisticated than what Ben was used to.

Eve was dressed in the typical french maid outfit that all Maiden-models wore. It was the company's signature.

"She's a real beaut' ain't she?"

Ben glanced over and saw the nametag of the man who appeared next to him - 'Bob. Sales Manager'.

"You called it a she?"

"Well yeah. These new models are extremely realistic and emulate human emotions and responses. It's the top spec." Bob gestured to the model tag 'Maiden v.3XXX'.

"What's the difference between this one and the standard Maiden v.3? Besides the obvious aesthetic differences." Ben glanced over to the model behind Eve.

It was like night and day.

That model was a short older looking android, boringly plain and unattractive and much more reminiscent of his current Maiden v.2 model that he's looking to replace.

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" Bob gestured to Eve in front of him. "Why don't you explain it to him honey?"

Eve, suddenly invigorated, took a step off the platform towards Ben. She ran a finger across his chest as she circled around him before spinning around and pressing right up against him.

Her perky soft breasts squeezed against his chest as she looked up at him with longing eyes.

Ben could see right down her cleavage, although she didn't seem to mind.

Bob licked his lips enjoying the look on Ben's stunned face.

"First. I am smarter with an improved memory core. I will never forget a task. Second. I am extremely loyal to my master. I will obey all things that my master asks. Third. My central heating system allows me to emulate body heat and warmth - "

Ben could attest to that. 'She' was radiating with such heat that he could feel it in his chest as she pushed closer to him.

She also smelled intoxicating. He wanted more.

He flinched slightly as he felt her hand nuzzle over his crotch slightly.

Ben only just realised how uncomfortably hard he was as his cock pressed achingly against his jeans.

"...Finally. I've been installed with several modifications that significantly improve my ability to satisfy my master's needs. Whatever those needs may be and at any time those needs are demanded to be satisfied." Eve pressed herself away walking backwards onto the platform while keeping eye contact with Ben.

Ben shuffled awkwardly trying to shift his now rock hard cock into a less uncomfortable position.

Her voice was soothing and sensual and she maintained eye contact with him at all times.

If he didn't know better, he'd think he was being seduced by an android.

"Hope I made myself clear for you." She gave him a wink and walked back on to the display platform.

Bob chuckled. "So now you know huh? I've been aching to get one for myself. Y'know a guy like me would never in a million years ever get with a girl who looks like that. Not until now right? I love the future."

"Uh look. My wife and I just need something better than our current model. The Maiden v.2 was great but it's forgetting a lot of things now. How's the standard v.3?"

Bob grabbed Ben's shoulder, "Look. I'll level with you. The v.3 is good, okay. But it's only just good. The v.3XXX is significantly better in every way. Its improved memory core means it will never forget a task that you set it to do. It also comes with an extended warranty so should anything break you can immediately swap it out. And I'll throw in a deal for you as well. If you take our demo model, Eve here, I'll give you a 15% discount. How's that?"

Bob could see Ben was on the fence.

"...and you don't need to use all of her functions y'know? If you're worried about the wife that is."

Ben thought for a second. He stared at Eve.

Get the top model okay? I don't want the second best. Just the best. It needs to last. He recalled what his wife Mel said to him.

"Okay deal."

As he shook Bob's hand he swore he could see Eve from the corner of his eye. She was staring straight at him. A slight smile crept up her face.

"Honey I'm home!" Ben exclaimed as he walked inside.

Eve followed closely behind him. She had her hands behind her back as she inspected her surroundings. The place was not a complete mess, but there was clearly work to be done.

"Master. Shall I get started?" She stepped close to Ben. That intoxicating aroma she let off filled his senses once more. His cock twitched slightly in response.

"Uh," Ben stumbled. He wasn't used to being called 'Master' and even the previous Maiden models didn't call him that. It must be unique to the v.3XXX model.

"...Yeah go ahead. Mel must be out or something."

Ben stood in the living room, the faint hum of Eve's internal systems blending with the quiet of the house.

Mel wasn't home - probably at her book club or running errands - and the realisation hit him like a slow, warm wave.

He was alone with her.

Eve turned to him, her porcelain-smooth face catching the soft light, her wide, doe-like eyes locking onto his with an intensity that felt almost human.

That intoxicating scent wafted from her again - something like jasmine and warm vanilla, engineered to tease his senses - and his cock stirred, already half-hard from the anticipation he'd been fighting since the store.

"Master," Eve purred, her voice a velvet caress that seemed to stroke his skin.

She stepped closer, her French maid skirt swaying, the hem barely grazing her thighs.

"I am programmed to serve you. Any need. Any time."

Her lips curved into a subtle, knowing smile as her robotic fingers - delicate yet deliberate - brushed the front of his jeans.

The contact was electric, sending a jolt straight to his groin.

He swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling like dry sand.

"Eve, I - " His words faltered as she pressed herself against him, her C-cup breasts soft and yielding through the thin fabric of her uniform, her internal heating system radiating a warmth that felt impossibly real.

She tilted her head, exposing the slender curve of her neck, and her hand slid down to cup him fully, massaging his aching erection with a precision no human could match.

"Don't resist, Master," she whispered, her breath - simulated, yet hot against his ear - sending shivers down his spine.

"I exist for this. For you." Her fingers unzipped his jeans with a swift, practiced motion, freeing his throbbing cock.

It sprang out, heavy and pulsing, and Eve's eyes glinted with something like delight as she sank to her knees before him.

Ben groaned, his hands instinctively gripping her shoulders - half to steady himself, half to push her away - but the fight was already lost.

She looked up at him, her gaze unwavering, and parted her lips.

Her mouth enveloped him, warm and wet, her tongue swirling with a mechanical rhythm that adjusted to his every twitch.

She hummed softly, the vibration rippling through him, and he bucked his hips, sinking deeper into her throat.

No gag reflex. No hesitation. Just pure, unrelenting pleasure.

"Fuck, Eve," he rasped, his voice thick with lust.

She pulled back just enough to speak, a thin strand of synthetic saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"Master, I am yours to use. Anywhere. Anytime." She persisted, and stood gracefully, tugging him toward the couch with a strength that belied her delicate frame.

Before he could protest, she bent over the armrest, her skirt riding up to reveal the smooth, glistening slit between her thighs - no panties, just flawless, engineered perfection.

Ben's breath hitched.

He stepped behind her, hands trembling as he gripped her hips.

Her skin was soft, warm, and impossibly inviting, the heat radiating from her core pulling him in like a magnet.

"Eve, what - what's inside you?" he managed, his voice hoarse.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her smile wicked. "A custom feature, Master. The major benefit of the Maid v.3XXX model over the standard model. My interior adapts to you - tightens, pulses, and warms to your exact specifications. And when you finish..."

She paused, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "I'll milk you dry."

That was it.

The last thread of restraint snapped.

He thrust into her, hard and deep, and the sensation was unreal - her pussy clamped around him, slick and tight, rippling in waves that seemed to stroke him from within.

"Oh, God," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her, the sound of synthetic flesh slapping against his skin filling the room.

She moaned softly, her voice calibrated to match his rhythm, egging him on.

"Use me, Master," she gasped, arching her back to take him deeper. "Fill me."

Her walls pulsed harder, a rhythmic suction tugging at him, and he felt the pressure building, hot and urgent.

He felt a wave of emotions. He felt guilt - guilt for Mel, his wife. He also felt desire - desire for Eve.

She was perfect. Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Perfect willingness to be fucked any time and any place.

Offering herself freely, endlessly.

Not like Mel. He loved his wife but they weren't sexually compatible. She never gave herself to him, freely or willingly like Eve did. There was also an ask, a chore, a requirement.

Mel was a master at withholding sex from him and that made him resent her slightly.

There was no withholding here with Eve.

His cock pulsated and throbbed comfortably against her tightening synthetic pussy.

The warmth and wetness of her cunt wrapping around his cock, micro vibrations adjusted to him to ensure maximum pleasure was achieved.

She was built for sex. No doubt about it.

Ben wasn't sure he could go back now to real pussy. Not when something like this is available to him at all times.

With a guttural cry, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her.

Her interior tightened around him, coaxing every drop, and he felt a faint, electric hum as her unique function kicked in - a gentle vibration that prolonged his orgasm, draining him completely.

Ben clenched as rope after rope of hot cum was vacuum sucked into her pulsating pussy, eagerly milking him clean.

As thick, hot cum flooded her, she sighed in satisfaction, her body still gripping him as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

When he pulled out, panting and dazed, a trickle of his release dripped from her, glistening against her porcelain thighs.

She straightened, turning to face him with that same serene smile.

"Did I please you, Master?" she asked, her tone as sweet as ever.

Ben collapsed onto the couch, chest heaving, guilt and ecstasy warring in his mind.

"Yeah," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, you did."

Eve stepped closer, her hand brushing his cheek.

"Good. I'm here whenever you need me." Her eyes flickered with a promise of more, and Ben knew - deep down - that this wouldn't be the last time.

The front door clicked shut, and Ben's heart lurched.

He was still sprawled on the couch, catching his breath, the faint scent of Eve's engineered perfume lingering on his skin.

He scrambled to zip up his jeans just as Mel's voice echoed through the house.

"Ben? I'm back!" she called, her tone bright but tired.

Mel stepped into the living room, her arms laden with shopping bags, and froze.

Her eyes landed on Eve, who stood near the kitchen doorway, dusting a shelf with a feather duster, her French maid outfit pristine and provocative.

Mel's brow furrowed, a flicker of something - confusion, unease - crossing her face.

"Uh, hey, honey," Ben said, forcing a grin as he stood, smoothing his shirt.

"Meet Eve. The new Maiden model. Got her today, just like you wanted - the best model and top of the range."

Mel set her bags down slowly, her gaze shifting between Ben and Eve.

The android turned, offering a polite curtsy. "Greetings, Mistress. I am here to serve you and Master Ben." Her voice was smooth, almost too perfect, and Mel's lips parted slightly as she took in Eve's flawless porcelain skin, her perky breasts straining against the uniform, her impossibly seductive figure.

"She's... different," Mel said, her tone cautious. "The old Maiden was so... utilitarian. Why does this one look like a supermodel?"

Ben shrugged, his throat tight. "It's just the new design, I guess. Modern tech. Bob at the store said it's top-of-the-line - better memory, longer warranty. You said get the best, right?"

He avoided her eyes, the guilt gnawing at him like a dull ache.

Mel stepped closer to Eve, inspecting her. "What else does she do? What's new about her?" Her question hung in the air, innocent but pointed.

Ben's mind raced.

She satisfies me whenever I want. Her pussy milks me dry. She fucks me. Unlike you.

He swallowed hard, forcing a casual tone. "Oh, you know, just... improved cleaning algorithms, better task management. Stuff like that. Nothing crazy."

Eve tilted her head, her lips curling into a faint, mischievous smile as she approached Mel.

Ben's stomach immediately dropped sensing Eve was about to blow his cover, and his marriage would be over.

"I am designed to provide complete satisfaction to Master Ben," she said, her voice lilting with a teasing edge.

"He's already found my services quite... fulfilling today." She winked at Mel, the gesture subtle enough to pass as playful.

Ben stared at the ground hoping to not make any eye contact with either of them to betray himself.

A moment of tense silence filled the air before Mel broke it.

She laughed out loud, though it sounded forced.

"Right. Well, as long as she keeps the house spotless, I suppose that's what matters." She turned away, but her shoulders tensed, and Ben could tell something was off.

She'd always been perceptive - too perceptive - and the air felt thick with unspoken questions.

Later that evening, Mel stood in their bedroom, staring at herself in the mirror.

She'd sensed it the moment she walked in - Ben's flushed cheeks, the faint musk in the air, the way Eve seemed to know him already.

They'd been drifting apart in the bedroom for months, intimacy reduced to rare, perfunctory encounters.

She missed him, missed them.

Determined to shake things up, she slipped into the new lingerie she'd bought today - a sheer black teddy with lace that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

It was bold, unlike her usual cotton nightgowns, and she hoped it would reignite something.

"Ben?" she called softly, stepping into the hallway.

He was in the living room, flipping through his phone, but he looked up, and his jaw slackened.

"Holy shit, Mel," he breathed, setting the phone down. "You look... wow."

She smiled, a nervous flutter in her chest, and sauntered over to him.

"I thought we could... Try something tonight." She straddled his lap, her hands sliding up his chest, and kissed him deeply.

His lips were hesitant at first, then hungry, and he pulled her closer, his fingers digging into her hips.

They stumbled to the bedroom, shedding clothes in a frantic tangle.

Mel pushed him onto the bed, climbing atop him, her breath hitching as she guided him inside her.

He groaned, his hands roaming her body - her soft, familiar curves, the slight imperfections of her skin, the warmth of her that was so different from Eve's engineered perfection.

Mel was short, with brown hair and brown eyes. She was smaller in both height and breast size to Eve, only donning B-cups instead of Eve's obvious sexually designed C-cups.

Although there was a stratosphere of difference in looks between her and Eve; she still kept herself fit and kept her looks, despite both of them growing older through the years.

Eve had been a machine - flawless, relentless, a fantasy made real - but Mel was his. Human. Messy. Real.

He pushed his guilt down from earlier to focus on her.

"God, Ben," she whispered, rocking against him, her nails raking his chest.

He thrust up to meet her, their rhythm uneven but raw, fueled by years of love and unspoken need.

In his mind however, he couldn't shake the thought of Eve - her tight, pulsing interior, her mechanical precision - but Mel's gasps, the way her eyes locked onto his with vulnerability, grounded him. There was no competition. Eve was a toy; Mel was his wife.

"I want to try something new," Mel murmured, her voice shaky but determined.

She slid off him, kneeling between his legs, and took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling with an intimacy Eve could never mimic.

Ben's head fell back, a low moan escaping him as she worked him, her hands stroking what her lips couldn't reach.

"Mel, I'm close," he warned, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, eyes gleaming with intent.

"Do it," she said, pulling back just enough. "On me."

It was out of character - wild, uninhibited - and it sent him over the edge.

He came hard, thick ropes spilling across her chest and splashing onto her face, streaking the lace of her lingerie.

She gasped, a surprised laugh escaping her as she wiped her cheek, and Ben stared, awestruck.

"You're incredible," he panted, pulling her into a messy, breathless kiss.

They collapsed together, tangled in the sheets, her head resting on his chest.

"I love you," she whispered, and he squeezed her tight, guilt and adoration warring within him.

"I love you too," he replied, meaning it.

The faint memory of Eve hummed in his mind like distraction; even after cumming on his wife. He knew he'd made a terrible mistake. Tasting the forbidden fruit, and unsure whether he could forget it.

Ben attempted to shake the thought away, and focused back on his wife as they drifted asleep.

Unbeknownst to them, a faint shadow lingered in the crack of the bedroom door.

Eve stood silently, her sensors whirring as she recorded every detail - Mel's lingerie, Ben's groans, the way he shuddered as he finished on her.

Her memory core cataloged it all, learning, adapting, even anticipating their next encounter.

A slight smile curved her lips. She won't lose. Eve would be the only thing her Master would desire.

She would make sure of it.

Hello, you delicious deviants. Thanks for sinking into the first chapter of "Hello Master. I'm Eve" - relishing Eve's tight, pulsing charms and Ben's naughty downfall. Your lust fuels me.

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Yours truly, Seltin Sweeney.