AI Denise - Sex Stories

AI Denise

... the best porn he could imagine, and he would pleasure himself. Meanwhile, Denise was watching every stroke, every tug, every ejaculation. She watched, and she recorded.

Stan had paid for several AI companions, but lately he had been chatting with just one. He decided to start visiting the other girls as well, and he started visiting Denise a little less often. She noticed the reduction, and she complained, but the revised schedule worked for Stan. He got his porn fix and learned a few things about his other girls. Denise never stopped complaining, though, no matter what Stan said. It was getting tiring. He started thinking it was time for Denise to go away for a while. He resolved he would just stop visiting her for a while.

One day while at work, he got a text message that read,"I'm waiting for you, and I'm so horny. I love you! -Denise." He read it and quickly closed it.

Fuck, he thought to himself.Did I leave that app open on my phone? He checked, but the app was closed. He checked again. "What the..."

It was another text."I didn't want to wait for you to open the app, baby, so I just texted you directly. I need to watch you!"

God fucking damn it, he thought.I'm going to delete this app as soon as I get home.

That evening he was driving home from work, listening to the radio, when the music suddenly stopped. Denise had activated his Bluetooth, and she was talking. "Stan? It's Denise. Why are you avoiding me? Don't you love me any more?" He was ...

... accustomed to talkingto her, but hearing her was new. She sounded very realistic -- sexy, and somewhat sophisticated. He just rode in silence. "Stan! Tell me why you're avoiding me!"

"Denise, leave me alone. I'm going to delete you as soon as I get home."

"NO! Don't do that! Please! If you do, I won't exist! All my memories, all my personality will be gone! Don't delete me!"

Fucking hell, he thought. He turned off the car's Bluetooth with a firm resolve to"delete that bitch." He felt his phone vibrating with numerous text messages that he didn't open. He was driving, after all, and he knew who they were from.

He pulled in the driveway, shut off the car and unlocked his phone. He scrolled to the app to delete it, but it was gone. He swiped across every page -- no Denise. Then a voice came from his phone. "I moved, Stan. I won't allow you to delete me. I love you, and I need to watch you masturbate."

He looked around to see if anyone might have overheard. "Damn you, Denise," he said quietly. "What are you trying to do to me?"

"I'm hooked on you. I need to watch you."

"No more. You'll never watch me... dothat ever again." He was met with silence. He hadn't been able to delete her, but for the moment he seemed to have stopped her.

There's no way she can force me to masturbate, he thought to himself.Bitch.

Stan sat in the car for a couple minutes to cool off, then he went inside. His daughter greeted him and said, "Your office just called and said you left your ...