A Match Maid in Heaven Pt. 01

A special thank you to Literotica author grgy56. His two part story "My (Im)perfect Mate" (2013) kept drumming up different storylines and scenarios in my head over the last four or five years. After talking with him, he allowed me permission to build on and modify his original story. I've changed some of the circumstances and resolutions to the story, as well as modifying the characters within the story. Thank you again grgy56 for your inspiration! I hope I've done it justice.

I've broken the story up into three parts for easier reading. This is Part 1.

All characters in this story are assumed to be over the age of 18.

I hope you enjoy the story... A MATCH MAID IN HEAVEN

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Thomas Hale closed the door of his new 2038 LeXXXus Dominator. He adjusted his tie and looked around at his new surroundings. After graduating at the top of his class from Mary Gavin University in Kansas City, he was brought on to head up the accounting division of H.S. Enterprises. At age twenty-five, and armed with a Masters degree in accounting, he impressed owner Helga Sven enough that he was moved to the company headquarters in Portland, Oregon. Given a hefty raise in salary over his last job, Thomas was happy to move to the Pacific Northwest and start his life fresh. He made a down payment on a house in the country, purchased a new car and was now looking into an android servant to take care of his household. This is his story...

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A Match Maid in Heaven - Part 1

"Welcome to Maid Perfect, where we can create your perfect household staff." I was greeted by a curvy, fairly large breasted blonde saleswoman in a nice, plain blue dress and a pair of blue flats on her feet. At 5'10", she was more than two inches taller than me. She extended her hand and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm Kimberly."

I shook Kimberly's hand. Her grip was firm, but gentle and warm to the touch. The handshake lingered long enough to make a connection but short enough not to be too uncomfortable.

Kimberly's blue eyes never broke contact with mine. Her generously painted red lips curled up into a welcoming smile.

"Hello Kimberly. I'm Thomas." I introduced myself. "Thomas Hale."

"How can I help you today, Mr. Hale?" Kimberly asked.

"Please, just call me Thomas."

"How may I help you, Thomas?" Kimberly smiled.

"Well, I'm looking for help around the house. I moved here a few months ago for a company promotion and bought a house outside of town. Kind of a twenty-fifth birthday present if you will. But, I'm finding it difficult doing the household chores," I told her. "What with work and all the moving, it's becoming a little bit of a mess."

"Congratulations on your move and your promotion... and happy birthday!" Her smile widened. "Let me introduce you to Marlette Jones. She is the Mistress of this store and she'll be more than happy to assist you further."

I didn't even see her appear as I was so enraptured by Kimberly. I turned to look at Marlette. She was a much older woman, in her mid- to late 60's, and she had a very ripe body. For a split second I was very disappointed that Kimberly wouldn't be helping me anymore, until I looked closer at the statuesque Marlette. This woman stood about 6'2" in her heels. She easily towered far over my 5'8 height. Her bleached white hair was pulled back into an immaculate bun. She was wearing a very smart looking outfit that hugged her figure well. A starched, white blouse that was having a hard time holding in her plentiful breasts, a dark crimson red thigh length leather skirt, black thigh high nylons were covering her long legs, and black opened toed high heel stilettos with a thin red strip on the sides. Being a foot guy, I couldn't help but stare at the five inch fuck-me-pumps and her curvaceous legs. It was then I decided then that maybe working with Marlette wouldn't be so bad after all, even though she was a good forty years my senior.

"Mistress Marlette, this is Thomas Hale," Kimberly introduced us. "He prefers to be called Thomas."

"Hello, Thomas. Pleased to meet you. I'm Marlette Jones, the owner of Maid Perfect." Marlette shook my hand then turned to the saleswoman Kimberly and said, "Thank you Kimberly. You may return to your station now." Marlette's voice was deep and huskily feminine.

"Yes Mistress," Kimberly said and wandered off a few feet away then stopped.

"Kimberly is one of our most popular models." Marlette informed me.

"I can see why," I said. "Wait! You mean to tell me that she's a robot!"

"Yes and no. Kimberly is actually an android. A robot is not nearly as sophisticated, nor as advanced. The AI, the artificial intelligence module, has allowed her to learn how to greet customers, what to say and how to act. All of our models have the capacity to learn and grow." Marlette beamed like a proud mother. "It's why we're the best in the business."

"Amazing. I couldn't even tell she wasn't real." I stood there agape.

"Kimberly is very amazing," Marlette beamed.

"She called you the Mistress of the Store?" I inquired.

"Mistress... Owner... Same thing really," Marlette chuckled with an evil gleam in her eye, her deep voice was sultry and hypnotic. "It all depends on where you are at in the food chain when you address me."

"Excuse me?" I was confused for a moment.

"So, you're looking for help cooking, cleaning and such, right?" Marlette questioned. "Anything else?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" I questioned her question.

"We have more advanced models that can provide, how shall I put it... additional services." She winked as her deep voice was screaming 'sex'. "A 'full service' kind of thing, if you get my drift."

"You mean..." My eyes popped open with the realization of where she was leading.

"Yes. We have models built anatomically correct and fully functional. These models are fully programmed to satisfy a variety of different tastes, fetishes and life styles." Marlette knew she had me hooked. Now she just needed to reel me in. "Let me show you. Kimberly, come here!"

Obediently, Kimberly walked to us and waited for her next instruction.

"Kimberly, open you blouse and show us your tits." Marlette said as a matter of fact. "They all are also programmed to understand a variety of languages and slang. Nothing offends them... I hope."

Without blinking an eye, Kimberly unbuttoned her white blouse and popped the front clasp of her bra. Her tits were a perfect size "D" with cranberry nipples. Not as large as the double D's that Marlette was sporting.

"Go ahead, touch them." Marlette urged.

I looked at Marlette hesitantly. She nodded her head and grabbed Kimberly's breast.

"Oh, go on silly boy, feel them. They're just like real breasts. Warm to the touch. Firm enough not to sag. Soft enough to be real."

I carefully held one like I was holding a baby chick. Kimberly stood there as if this were totally normal.

It was truly amazing how real Kimberly's breasts felt. I turned to Marlette. She smiled down at me. Marlette's presence was not only intoxicating, but rather intimidating as well.

"Kimberly, pull up your skirt and pull down your panties so we can look at your cunt." Marlette told her. And then to me. "You can be as nice, or as crass as you like. She will understand and obey. If you do say something she doesn't understand, she will ask for an explanation and her AI will allow her to remember and store the information for next time."

Meanwhile, Kimberly was standing there, skirt around her waist; panties pulled down to her thighs and legs spread.

"We've designed her to look and feel exactly like the real thing." Marlette patted Kimberly's opening. She parted Kimberly's lips and showed me her clit. She started to rub it. "She will also react to your stimulus. You can make her cum if you want; even tell her to masturbate, although I'm not sure why you would, unless you are a voyeur. Different strokes I guess."

Kimberly's eyes were shut as she bit her lower lip and gave a soft moan. I found it amazing that she was reacting to the sexual manipulation.

"All orifices are useable and they are also self-cleaning. You never have to worry about cleaning her," Marlette informed me then looked to the bare-chested android. "Kimberly, stop acting like a slut and cover yourself up."

Kimberly quickly fixed her attire as Marlette took my arm in hers, "There, see Thomas? She will completely understand what you mean."

As Marlette led me to her studio I caught the scent of her sweet berry perfume. I felt a switch turn on in my head as she continued to talk to me. "Let me show you some other models we have, or we can custom make one for you. If you have a favorite actress, or someone special in mind, your wishes can be accommodated."

The room had a number of different models, both male and female. "Yes, some of our female customer definitely want these anatomical features." Marlette informed me. "This one is one of our most popular models. I even have one. This particular unit hasn't been fit with a facial accessory yet, but it has other features that can be shown. It comes with a fully functional eight inch penis and we have units with a pussy underneath the phallus for those that enjoy walking both ends of the street. Android, show us how big you are."

The android immediately pulled down its pants and showed its phallus. It wasn't eight inches; it was barely five. It didn't have any balls either.

I watched as Marlette pinched the flap of flesh just under the glans and then enclosed her well manicured hand around the android's flaccid tube and started to stroke it. My cock pulsed watching this older woman casually stroke this cock. I wondered in the back of my head what it would be like to be dominated and milked dry by Marlette.

"Ahem... Thomas?" Marlette asked as I suddenly straightened up. "You seem to have wandered off there for a moment. Is there anything wrong?"

"Oh..." I stammered. "Sorry Marlette, I was, uhmm, going over questions for possible options. Please, continue."

Marlette laughed and looked at my growing crotch, then looked down at the phallus in her hands. "Now watch carefully Thomas. I'm going to stroke this cock until it is rock hard. As you can tell, my hands are quite talented. I do so love having command over a hard cock that is helpless in my grasp."

Less than 15 seconds later, there was a full eight-inch raging hard-on in Marlette's hand. There was also one in my pants. Fantasies of Marlette were whirling around in the back of my mind.

"Like most women, I like to make it hard on my own." Marlette chuckled. "I personally love stroking a man's cock until he is screaming my name and begging for me to stop. I don't stop stroking until well after I have watched his cum spurt from his shaft. Post orgasm torture is bliss."

"Excuse me?" I was feeling very uncomfortable at this point in the conversation. This very beautiful older woman was telling me how she enjoyed dominating a man's cock with her hands as she expertly stroked the fake cock in her hands..

"How about if I show you another model?" Marlette asked, as she suddenly changed the subject.

"Uhmmm, okay..." I was dumbfounded and continued fantasizing about Marlette's lovely and talented hands workig over my cock.

"This one is our newest model, This is the she-male model, Angela. Similar to Kimberly but with an extra appendage like the android's. Angela is also equipped with a vagina as well to maximize a person's pleasure," Marlette pointed out. "Angela, lift up your skirt."

Angela grabbed her hem with both hands and held it up to her waist. There was a tiny bump in the her panties.

Marlette pulled down Angela's underwear. The tiny bump was from Angela's penis which was soft and about half the size of my pinky finger. "Go ahead Thomas, touch it and you will make it hard," prompted Marlette.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Touch it Thomas," Marlette's said with a commanding undertone.

Cautiously, I touched it with my index finger and immediately it started to grow. At about four inches long, Marlette said. "Go ahead my dear, try it out. Start stroking Angela."

I don't know why, but Marlette's voice was strangely compelling. It was if she was ordering me to do something I wouldn't have normally done in public. I felt as if I had no choice in the matter. Obeying Marlette felt natural. I took Angela's phallus in my hand, and as I moved my fist up and down the hardening shaft, it grew with each stroke until it was as big as the faceless android's phallus was.

"What happens if I don't stop?" I asked Marlette.

"The same thing if I had your cock in my hand and stroked you Thomas," Marlette smiled "Keep going and find out! But I wouldn't stand directly in front of her if you get my drift."

I moved to Angela's side. It also helped me get a better hold on her cock. I quickened my stroking pace. Angela was actually breathing harder, or at least appeared to. She was panting now.

"That's it Thomas... stroke it... make Angela cum!" Marlette commanded me.

I couldn't stop. Marlette's voice compelled me and a morbid curiosity overtook my common sense until Angela suddenly screamed. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!"

With a few more long strokes of her dick, wads of white fluid shot out of her piss hole. Five long strong streams of 'cum' flew out and landed heavily on the floor with an audible splat.

"Very good Thomas!" Marlette commended me.

"That's really amazing, and very impressive." I told Marlette. "I could feel the pulsing of her phallus in my hand when she came!"

"I'm sure you could. I'm wondering how much cum I could get from your cock, Thomas, if it were trapped in my hand? How long would you last if my hand were flying that fast up and down your hard shaft?" Marlette laughed. "I bet you couldn't help but cum for me. I bet you would be screaming for me to stop once I had pulled out a load from your balls. Your balls are full right now, aren't they?"

"Yeah... Uhmmm..." I smiled uncomfortably in front of the much older woman. I looked at her well manicured hands. Her nails were like shiny metallic mirrors. Again my lizard brain melted away and I imagined her hand on my shaft, when suddenly I felt the head of my cock swell. Marlette smiled back like a cat that was about to eat a bird.

"So, back to the matter at hand, pardon the pun... these models are all programmed with emotion and true life reaction." Marlette started reeling me in. "The fluid is all natural and self-regenerating. And, there is no need to plug them in, their power is self-sustaining and generating."

My hand was already in my pocket. "Okay, how much?"

"Well the model you were toying with is our finest model and very reasonably priced. Angela starts at 350 thousand credits. The plain Angela units start at 340."

"350 thousand... what!" I choked. That was like three centuries of work at triple overtime for me. Okay maybe not the centuries, but certainly more than I could possibly afford, since I had just bought a house outside of the city.

"The other models, which are not anatomical, are substantially less," Marlette told me as the hook in my mouth was threatening to pop out. "Those particular models can only perform household duties."

I must have looked disappointed.

"If I may be so bold, I can see you enjoyed looking over our full featured models, so I am pretty sure you'll be disappointed in our less optioned models." Marlette was working to try and make sure I didn't spit out the sexual hook she set. "We can offer a very reasonable low interest loan to help ease your capital outlay, but still enjoy your purchase."

I knew even with a loan, at that price the monthly payments would almost bankrupt me. I was wiggling off the line and about to thank Marlette and leave when...

"We do have one return, full function, anatomical female 'Lauren' model. She's no longer being manufacture though, but fully functional as demonstrated. This particular model has always been my personal favorite." The hook was set deep and the drag was high. Marlette reeled in any slack. "I'm pretty sure we can meet your financial expectations. Lauren is only 50 thousand credits."

"50 thousand credits?" I asked, then added, "I just bought a house on the outskirts of the city. I'm not sure if I can afford 50 thousand right now with my current payments."

"True, 50 thousand is a lot of money, but you can have safe encounters anytime you desire." Marlette wasn't going to give up on this sale. "Lauren came back to us because she had a small bug in her operating system. She went off programming sometimes and refused to stop cleaning the house, but it was nothing harmful or dangerous. And, on top of that, she was never physically used. I have made sure that she's completely clean and refurbished with a unique operating system that I designed myself."

"Still..." I resisted the urge to leave. "Wait, designed yourself?"

"Oh yes, I've had my hands into coding the private responses of my androids since before the time I founded this company," Marlette said proudly. "I personally reprogrammed Lauren with my own engram. It was a side project of mine. She has some very interesting feeding programs for whomever owns her."

"Feeding programs?" I ask, feeling very uninformed. "What are feeding programs."

"Thomas, do you know the old saying, 'starve a cold, feed a fever' by chance?" Marlette asked.

"Yeah, my grandmother would say that to me," I answered.

"Well, how does 'edge a cock, feed a fetish' sound to you?" Marlette smiled and rubbed her hands together. "I'm sure your grandmother never said that, did she?"

"Uhmmm... no," I was at a loss for words rather worked up. "Okay... I guess?"

"Lauren has been programmed to sense her owner's wants, needs and desires, " Marlette explained. "She also has been programmed with over 700 ways to force a man to cum. Some of these ways delve into the world of fetishism. Thomas, I noticed the way you looked at my hands while I was stroking the blank android's cock. I also noticed you looking at my legs, feet and heels, and don't think you got away with looking at my ample cleavage. You have your fetishes, and I am positive they include dirty talk as well. I know for a fact you want to be dominated and milked dry."

I was at a disadvantage here. Marlette had read me like an old 'ABC-123' book. She nailed pretty much every fetish I have in the span of 10 seconds. I fidgeted around, blushed a deep red, and was about to get up and leave out of embarrassment.

"Tell you what." Marlette could see me still swimming near her dip net, but now I was about to escape. "You're right. Lauren is used, but not used, and she had the small cleaning bug. I'll reduce the price by 10 and spread the payments out by 24 months with a reduced interest, but that's the best I can do."

"So 40 thousand credits!" My hopes lifted.

"No sorry, 10 percent." Marlette said. "That really gives me little or no profit on this unit. Honestly I'm just breaking below even. Come and take a look before you say no."

Marlette put her arm in mine and lead me to a back room and showed me Lauren. Marlette's sweet berry perfume was intoxicating. It didn't help that she kept brushing the sides of her breasts on my arm as she walked me to the back.

Then we reached the back room. I looked at Lauren. She was gorgeous. She stood about 5'11" with flats on. A pair of fetish 5-inch fuck-me-pumps sat on the floor next to her; if she wore those, that would push her height to over 6'3", about seven inches taller than me. Her full shoulder length hair was shock white, like Marlette's. Marlette told me that her measurements were 38DD-25-35. Her legs that extended from under her thigh length skirt were some of the shapeliest I had ever seen.