A long, shapely female leg stepped out of an autonomous taxi and onto a downtown side street in the seedy part of the city.
“Come on, Mike, it'll be fun,” Oliva suggested excitedly, pulling her reluctant fiancé out of the car to stand in the dim light next to her.
“Liv, is it safe here?” Mike asked, looking around and seeing only a mini-mart and a couple of sex shops. Other than the light from their well-lit fronts, the street was all but dark and deserted.
“I doubt it, especially if you don’t stop calling me Liv—you know I don’t like it!”
“Sorry, Oliva… It’s just easier to say,” her boyfriend replied with an endearing grin.
The gorgeous blonde teenager instantly forgave him, still not understanding how Mike had captured her heart. Her previous boyfriends were all older and demanding, and yet here she was with a fiancée. He was two months younger than her and adorable, with his dark, floppy hair, dimples, and green eyes. They were planning to get married next year, but she knew from experience that something was missing…
It was the sex.
“Maybe they were getting married too young,” she thought, her boyfriend seemingly only interested in watching her masturbate or, if she was lucky, fucking her in the missionary position. She needed more; she needed to relive the type of sex she had before Mike, and this seemed like a good way to bring him out of his shell.
Oliva hoped tonight’s experience would inspire him.
“Show us our winning ticket again, Oliva,” Mike stated, making sure he got her name right, as he glanced at a pink illuminated sign that hung above a dark door in front of him. It said “AI Simulation".
She retrieved the ticket, and they both studied it together. It read…
Congratulations, AI Simulations are pleased to announce that you have won a free one-hour session on our latest advanced AI-assisted 3D simulation, where you will get to interact with real-life AI robots using the latest technology and cutting-edge software.
The blurb went on to explain the different category choices they could choose from, one of which was labelled simply ‘Sex’. Mike knew Oliva had chosen that one, as he had agreed with it, thinking it would be just like watching porn.
“Are you sure?” Mike asked, suddenly uncertain.
“Yes, I phoned and checked online to confirm that it is completely authentic…” In her classy voice, Oliva added excitedly, “Don’t you think this will be an intriguing experience?”
Oliva’s family were wealthy; unlike her fiancé, she never had to worry about money.
He looked back sceptically.
“So, we are just going to watch some robots having simulated sex?” he asked. Mike knew that he was lucky to be marrying someone as beautiful and wealthy as Oliva; he was happy to follow her lead.
“I don’t know exactly, Mike… I do believe we get to interact to some degree, and I do know we have to wear a 3D headset to watch and enjoy the full experience.” Oliva’s eyes were pleading for her boyfriend to punch in the number given on the bottom of their winning ticket.
Mike pushed the buttons, and an intercom came to life. He said their names and their appointment time. There was a click as the door’s catch released, and they pushed it open. Holding hands, the young eighteen-year-old couple stepped across the threshold, not knowing what to expect.
A long corridor lit up in front of them, each dull yellow light flickering on in turn, revealing a series of dark blue doors, each with a sign fastened to it. The nearest one said reception. However, before Mike and Oliva could knock on that door, it opened.
A tall, black man, wearing a mauve double-breasted suit, greeted them. On top of his bald head, he wore a somewhat out-of-place black top hat, which he lifted as he invited them into the room.
“I’m George, the owner of ‘AI Simulations,' and I welcome you both to my company… It’s an out-of-this-world experience.” Then with a knowing smile, he added, “Though I see you have not chosen the Space option.” As George finished speaking, his smile turned into a broad grin; it was so wide it seemingly stretched to each side of his face.
Mike and Oliva felt embarrassed at his comment, and yet the showbiz way that he had gone about it had them enthralled, capturing their attention and washing any embarrassment quickly away.
"This is Emma, a humanoid robot, who operates here in the reception."
The two teenagers looked at a human-like figure sitting behind a desk. Everything, apart from her eyes, did not look like a real person. She had an ashen face, and her red hair seemed to be a wig, but what gave the game completely away was her right arm. It looked fake, her hand even flashing with what looked like LED lights just beneath her skin.
Mike and Oliva glanced at one another, each of them thinking the same thing: that Emma did not appear to look that much like a human.
It was something George picked up on.
“Don’t worry, Emma is a class two humanoid. All the ones we use in our simulations are class sixes.” He then chuckled, “You will struggle to tell that they are not as mortal as me!”
This remark prompted another glance at each other from the teenage couple, although this one went unnoticed, as George’s attention seemed to be taken by Emma as he then added, while still chuckling, “I seem to be unable to let the old girl go.”
Mike and Oliva once again studied the female humanoid sitting behind the desk, her eyes the only thing that seemed to be moving. The robot's mouth seemed to be shut tight, a gaudy red lipstick covering her unmoving lips.
Curious, Oliva said, "Hello," to the stationary female robot.
There was no reaction. However, it seemed to bring George to life as he explained that none of the humanoids spoke or directly interacted with humans, as the technology was simply not yet good enough, and there was also a health and safety issue.
“We wouldn’t want the humans telling humanoids to attack one another, would we?” He offered, with his now customary chuckle, his broad grin briefly dominating his face. “Right, down to business,” he added as he showed the teenage couple the two seats on the opposite side of the desk from Emma.
“You will need to read and sign some forms, and then I will explain how the sex simulation works,” George stated as Emma seemed to spring to life, and despite her arm, she deftly retrieved two contracts from her desk drawer and slid them across the desk.
Once again, George affirmed the need to sign the agreements, this time more seriously. Before he calmly stated, “However, to summarise, you have to be eighteen. You have to agree to follow the instructions that will come through the 3D headsets, and importantly, you will need to give your permission for the robots to film you.”
"What? I don’t know about that?” Mike questioned.
“I’m fine with it,” Oliva decided, unfazed, and then suggested, “I guess it’s something to do with the robots' control system.”
“Exactly, Oliva,” George replied, using the eighteen-year-old's name for the first time. Then, looking at her fiancé, he chuckled, “You have a bright one there.”
Mike could only agree; he was deeply in love with his fiancée and usually happy to follow her lead.
George went on to explain that the class six humanoids were far more sophisticated and had powerful, yet undetectable, cameras built into their eyes. Then, leaving Emma behind with the two now-signed contracts, George took them through to a small control room, ducking as he walked through the door so he didn’t have to remove his top hat.
The room was full of computers and buttons just waiting to be pressed.
“Here is where we run the simulation from,” he stated, pointing to the loan office chair. He added, “Of course, while I am running the programme, checking on the AI and the humanoids, I have very little time to check on what’s happening with the humans, but I will talk to you through the speakers built into the 3D headsets you will be wearing.”
“So, you don’t observe?” Mike questioned, surprised.
“I don’t get a chance to watch, as I will be monitoring these computers,” George said enthusiastically, and then, almost absentmindedly, stated, “And of course, I will be giving you both some helpful instructions.”
A red light dominated the control console, catching Oliva’s attention as she asked what it meant. George explained that, similar to a recording studio, the simulation was ready to go live. The computers, class six humanoids, and sets were all ready to start; they just needed the customers to get into position. Most importantly, it needed them to be wearing their 3D headsets, because without them, it is impossible to gain the full simulation experience.
“So, follow me,” George instructed, leading Mike and Oliva down the same corridor that they had entered the building in. This time they walked deeper into ‘AI Simulations'; the lights flickered on before them once more. He explained the rules they needed to follow, the most important being to listen to the instructions that he gave them through their headsets.
George once again reminded them that they could talk to each other and to him via the microphone built into the headsets, but just like Emma, the class six humanoids can't communicate with humans.
“So if you need anything done, speak to me, and if possible, I will adjust the computer program to suit your requirements.”
He opened a door with a sign that read 'Simulations'. The couple found themselves in a changing room with a small bathroom to one side, and in front of them was a single door with the word "entry" on it.
With a wide smile, George explained to the young couple that this was their room to use. They could change into any of the clothes in the drawers, and if they wanted to, keep them. The bathroom was theirs until the simulation started. At that point, this room goes dark, and you will need to go through the door in front of you, as the humanoids and the full simulation only work in the room on the other side of the door.
“Right, do you have any questions?”
“What can we expect to see through there?" Mike asked, nervously pointing to the door in front of him.
“As it is your first time here, we will keep it simple. There will not be any monsters, penguins or exotic environments… Instead, you will see a hotel bedroom with a bed, furniture and views, and the humanoids, though not real, will look and feel convincing through the headsets.
“We start slow, and just speak clearly if you want things to change. I will be listening and could, within reason, use the AI to adjust to your new requirements—but do remember that you cannot talk directly to a humanoid. They simply do not work that way; they need a computer to interface with.”
“Got it,” Mike replied, still unsure but reminding himself that he loved computer games and porn.
“And you, Oliva?”
“I'm fine; I will talk to you through the microphone if I need anything.”
"Right, we are all done. When I get back to the control room, I set the countdown clock above the door to fifteen minutes to give you time to change and to get yourself into character if you're going to play a part.”
The young couple glanced at each other but kept silent, then peeked above the door; the digital clock was currently saying zero.
“Here are your 3D headsets. I'll help you put them on, and you need to keep them that way to gain the experience. The next time you hear from me, I will be communicating through them."
Five minutes later, Mike and Oliva were listening to George’s voice as they went through a test sequence. First, they checked the small but powerful cameras that covered their eyes, and then their voices. George’s last words to the pair, before the clock started, were that they could mute their microphones in the dressing room by pushing a button on the dressing table.
It was something they both did, as they wanted to talk privately, and with the digital clock now set to fifteen and counting down towards zero, it was already feeling like a surreal experience.
“Liv, I'm not sure I want to do this—”
“Mike, we're here, and we are doing it!” Oliva chose this time not to correct her fiancée about her name. Instead, she suggested with a warm smile, “It will be fun, even educational, so come on – let’s check out what’s in these drawers.”
Somewhat stunned at her enthusiasm, he watched as she opened the first drawer, which had new red lingerie in it. After checking the size, Oliva ripped open a packet and reminded her boyfriend that they had less than fifteen minutes to get ready. The clock already said fourteen minutes, its digits rhythmically counting down.
She carefully pulled her white vest top over her head, making sure that the 3D headset stayed in place. In doing so, she released her nicely proportioned, perky tits, which grabbed Mike’s attention.
"We're really doing this,” he questioned, staring at his girlfriend while wondering how to zoom in using the 3D camera he was currently looking through. Without thinking, he stated, “Make Liv’s tits larger.”
The comment brought an immediate reaction from Oliva, who told him to stop calling her 'Liv' and then reminded him that they are not in the simulation yet!
With the clock still ticking down, Mike checked his drawer, and in it were some new underwear and a bottle of lube.
“There you go; you can have a wank when you watch me enjoying myself,” Oliva giggled, returning from using the bathroom, still topless.
“Are you going to join in?” Mike asked, surprised, his eyes following her boobs.
“Why not? They're just robots, and it won’t be like I haven’t done something like this before.”
“There it was,” Mike thought. He was no prude, and he knew his fiancée was a lot more sexually experienced than he was when they met. He accepted it, although he always wondered about the details; he had been too shy to ask.
He had only been with one woman before Oliva, and even though he was eighteen, he had never been the type of young man who wanted sex every day, unlike his girlfriend, who seemed to be permanently horny, to the point of seemingly being attached to her vibrator.
“Look what I have in this drawer, Mike.”
With the wearing of the 3D headsets now feeling normal, Mike looked across, and in his girlfriend’s hand was a boxed vibrator, the exact model of the one she used at home.
“I can masturbate too,” Oliva stated, still topless, as she went and washed it. "Though I plan to join in,” she giggled as she passed her fiancé.
With the counting clock seemingly speeding up as it approached zero, a nervous Mike undressed and slipped on fresh black boxer shorts. They were precisely his size and the brand he always wore – that surprised him.
Trying to stay calm, he then watched Oliva put on the red lacy bra before she kicked off her shoes and dropped her knickers and denim shorts in one quick movement. Briefly, she stood there naked from the waist down, his eyes taking in her shaved pussy, its lips seemingly glistening in anticipation.
Then, in a race against the clock, Oliva pulled on a pair of red ten-denier holdup stockings and a pair of lace panties that did little to obscure her bald slit. Finally, she put on a pair of red high-heels that seemed to perfectly match her feet.
Oliva was ready, standing there in a red lace panty set, matching stockings, and four-inch stiletto heels. She was staring at her fiancé, who was wearing only his black boxers and supporting a very obvious hard-on. His large cock was one of the many things that had initially attracted her.
“Don’t forget your lube,” Oliva reminded her nervous fiancé.
Holding hands once again, they watched the last few seconds count down, and then, at zero, the lights went off. There was a click. Through their 3D headset, they watched the door in front of them slide open to reveal what had been promised: a hotel room.
However, it wasn’t a square box; it was a dome. The roof reflected what you would see in the night sky: shimmering stars, a multitude of planets and a comet, its tail sparkling against the darkness of space.
The speakers in their headsets crackled to life. It was George. “This is what you would have seen if you had chosen the ‘Space’ simulation, but you went for the very popular ‘Sex’ simulation instead, which has a more boring arrangement.”
George chuckled to himself, and as he did so, the night sky changed to a light golden colour, and a yellow hue illuminated the room. The empty bed now looked more like a small stage, its presence dominating the room, with a two-person couch at its foot to view the future action from. The young couple were instructed to sit on it and get ready to watch the show.
Oliva pulled her still-unsure fiancé onto the couch and kissed him. “Let’s relax together and enjoy the experience,” she whispered, although every word was still picked up by the ever-smiling George in the control room.
He pressed a button, and a tall, voluptuous humanoid emerged, almost out of nowhere.
For Mike and Oliva, it appeared as though she had risen from the centre of the bed, emerging in a cloud of stage mist that seemed to envelop her nearly nude body.
As music played, the white female humanoid went into her routine, and the 3D headset made her seem so real—almost human—with her long red hair, brown eyes, and breasts that seemed to bounce in time with the music. She was barefoot, the only clothing a red bikini, the top soon off as she swayed to the tune's rhythm.
One of Oliva’s hands was already in her panties while the other fished out her boyfriend’s cock. At eight inches, it was a good size. “He just needed confidence,” his girlfriend thought. The dancer came closer, and she seemed so real, her booty now close as she gyrated, her tits charming Mike as they bounced.
A voice came through Oliva’s headset. It was George: “Why don’t you join her and tease your boyfriend?"
Smiling at her fiancé, Oliva stood and playfully took off her red lace bra. Leaning in, her tits right in front of his face, she whispered, “Remember, she is only a robot, a piece of machinery full of wires and computer code. So this is not cheating; this is fun… Just think of her as an upgraded vibrator.”
Mike’s eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, as he watched his fiancée join the human-like robot, exotically dancing with her. Oliva rubbed her breast with her hands, swaying to the music, and then stepped closer, into the robot's space, and kissed the humanoid figure, their bare boobs now rubbing together.
His girlfriend looked at him and winked… standing there, she was right in front of him with another woman. Teasing him. The two ladies were rubbing their hot, almost naked bodies together, hands running free, touching, feeling, and groping.
Mike had never thought about seeing Oliva with another woman. It had never come up, but then again, he thought, “They never really talked about her past sexual experiences or her desires for the future!”
He put his hand on his erection; he wanted to masturbate and watch. Yet, he couldn’t; cameras and eyes were watching him.
With a wiggle, Oliva slipped her panties down, the female robot following suit, her dark pubic hair coming into view. It contrasted against his girlfriend’s bald slit. The rhythmic beats continued to fill the room; a warm yellow light surrounded them as the two ladies' bodies slivered together, the female robot now naked, his girlfriend just dressed in hold-up stockings and high heels.
Oliva muttered something into the microphone, and smiling, the two almost naked women turned towards Mike. He hadn’t dared to move from the settee, though his cock was still poking a good six inches out of the top of his black boxer shorts.
Licking their lips, the two ladies dropped to their knees. His boxers soon ended up on the floor as Oliva took his dick into her mouth. This was something she had done many times before, but not that often with her fiancé. Wrapping her tongue around his gland, she teased Mike, her lips applying just the right pressure to tell her boyfriend that she knew what she was doing – that this experience was far from her first time.
With more directions coming through the headset, Oliva looked at the sultry, naked robot kneeling with her and offered her boyfriend’s large cock to her willing mouth just as the instructions had suggested. The female humanoid took him willingly into her mouth; Mike’s eyes were wide, unsure.
Her head began to bob, Mike’s cock enjoying the pleasure, even if its owner wasn’t sure what to do.
Standing, Oliva stated, “Enjoy the experience, and remember, you are not cheating on me; she is only a robot.” She then added, while looking at her fiancé’s confused face. “You need to learn, and enjoy the knowledge you're gaining now.”
The mist increased, and more instructions filtered into Oliva’s head. Mike was now lost in his own little world of uncertainty; it was a mixture filled with an equal amount of lust and doubt.
He closed his eyes, feeling the red, long-haired robot's mouth teasing, not letting him cum, but at the same time not letting him relax – he was being edged – though Mike was still to learn what that meant.
With his eyes still closed, he heard a whispered voice. It was George, and he was whispering, “Oliva says, relax and enjoy.”
Mike did just that; as the soft music rhythms replaced George’s voice, his cock was the only part of his body that was stiff, and the warm velvet lips of the female robot made sure that its state never changed.
Then a rational thought: “Where was his fiancée?”
His eyes flashed open; there was a mist surrounding him. He could just see the bobbing head of the female robot between his legs. Oliva was gone, devoured by the mist.
“Or was she?” Mike quickly asked himself, thinking of the 3D headset he was wearing and the computerised cameras that could enhance his vision.
“Camera, let me see my fiancée,” he mumbled, suddenly unsure.
As the humanoid mouth continued to gently work his cock, the misty veil dissipated before his very eyes, and Oliva appeared sandwiched between two hunky male robots. Her mouth was entertaining one robot's cock while a similarly well-endowed robot was gently fucking her from behind.
Mike had never seen anything like what he was currently watching outside of porn films.
Then, as the mist had already done, the fog in his mind cleared. His hands came down onto the robot's hair as he felt the exotic woman begin to speed up, her lips now applying a little more pressure. Mike was enjoying what he was seeing, and importantly, he was relishing what his cock was feeling.
He then noticed something that alarmed him and asked, “George, why are the robots wearing condoms?”
“To stop the spread of diseases, Mike,” George chuckled in reply. “You need to remember, humanoid cocks are extremely expensive to wash and exchange!”
Oliva cried out; she was obviously cumming on the robot’s condom-clad cock. Her cries of passion were only slightly muted by the cock she was performing fellatio on.
It was all too much for Mike, and not knowing whether he should be wearing a condom or not, he pulled out and came – spurt after spurt of semen covering the robot's unflinching face.
Another groan came from across the room, Mike's attention drawn once again to Oliva as the second-fit robot fucked his fiancée. With the mouth now gone from his cock, he was surprised to see he still retained his erection. The curvy humanoid pushed back against the sofa, her cunt now obscuring his view as she sat on his face, the 3D headset not helping as his tongue tried to take her to oblivion in what was left of their free hour.
It was twenty-five minutes later, and with a satisfied grin, that couple stepped out into the street using the same door as they had entered ‘AI Simulations'.
As the night’s cool air hit them, Oliva turned to her fiancée and confidently asked, “Did you enjoy what you saw?”
“You know that I did, Liv – Ouch! – Oliva, it was awesome… I know this is going to sound bad, but I also enjoyed that robot woman's mouth around my cock. It felt so real, so much like your mouth, warm, just the right pressure, and her tongue…” Mike saw his fiancée staring at him and quickly added, “Although of course, not as good as yours."
"Nice save," Oliva thought as she knowingly giggled. She carefully suggested, “Perhaps we should put our wedding off next year, give both of us a year to sexually experiment—”
“Do you mean with other people, Liv? – Ouch!"
“Yes, Mike. Engage in sexual activities similar to what we have done tonight, but with real people, and in doing so, we will gain sexual knowledge!”
“Sexual knowledge? – I don’t know – I guess we could.”
Oliva smiled, knowingly. “Just think of all that sexual knowledge you are going to gain.”
With the young couple still discussing their future sex life, an autonomous taxi pulled up, and its gull-wing doors opened. Mike stepped in, followed by Oliva, already knowing that she was going to get her way.
Still sitting in the control room, the last view of the young couple that George saw on the security camera was Oliva’s long, shapely leg stepping from the pavement and disappearing as the car's door came down.
With a smile, George swivelled on his chair and pushed a big button, which turned the red light on his control panel off, and in its place, a green one flashed on. Simultaneously, in the green room down in the basement, a much larger red light went off, and a green one switched on to replace it. As it did so, there was a general sigh from the three hired porn actors, two male and one female, who were hiding down there. They could now let themselves out of the building.
While in the desk drawer in reception, another, dimmer light switched from red to green. Emma, the humanoid who worked there, seemed to relax, her hand coming up to pull off her long red-haired wig.
After one last check that the cameras had recorded, George took off his top hat and downloaded the video from the last hidden camera. The job was complete. He walked back into the reception, where he was greeted by his wife, Emma, who was just taking off her false prosthetic arm. It had been crafted over her real one.
“I’m pleased to get this thing off,” she grumbled before rubbing her arm. Emma then asked, “So, George, did Oliva pay for all of this?
“I know there were no winning tickets?” she then added, smiling at her husband.
“Yes, she did. It came from Daddy’s eighteenth birthday money. Though, to save some money, she did sign a waiver to allow us to sell the video, provided we use AI to alter their facial features.”
George continued, “Apparently, Oliva has a slutty sexual history, one that she feels she cannot just tell her fiancé. She even bought the clothes and sex toys, as she feels Mike is the one for her.
“However, Oliva needs to get her fiancée more interested in sex and, at the same time, make sure he knows what will be expected from him in the future.”
“I see, and did she know they were porn actors?”
“No, I kept that piece of information to myself, as after all, we got a lovely little business going here. Though, it’s just as well we only accept customers who want the sex simulation; the others would be difficult to do.”
“That’s true,” Emma replied. “And, as I have mentioned before, you need to stop showing off with your fancy 3D space graphic. We have nothing else to go with it, and customers may just come back and ask for the ‘Space’ genre!”
Emma then remembered something important. “By the way, George, next time I'm playing the part of the reception humanoid, I have less of you calling me an old girl.”
The tall, bald black man lifted his hat and bowed towards his wife. His smile was as wide as his face, as he knew better…
Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+. ©2026 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.
