Chapter 2: Wired for Want

Ben woke to a faint hum, a seductive murmur weaving through the morning stillness.

His eyes fluttered open, the bedroom dim with dawn's gray light, Mel's warm, soft body curled beside him, her breath a steady rhythm against his chest.

Last night lingered in his mind - her lace-clad curves trembling beneath him, the hot splash of his cum streaking her face - and his cock stirred, thickening under the sheets with a dull, insistent ache.

But that hum wasn't the house settling.

It was her. Eve.

The android maid whose engineered perfection had already hooked him deep.

He slipped from bed, careful not to wake Mel, her brown hair splayed across the pillow like a quiet tether he was about to break.

Barefoot, he padded down the hall, the hardwood cool against his soles, his pulse quickening with every step toward the inevitable.

The living room glowed faintly, Eve's silhouette framed against the window, her French maid skirt swaying as she polished the sill with slow, deliberate strokes.

Her blonde bangs fell over her light blue eyes, catching the sunrise, her porcelain skin gleaming with an unearthly sheen.

She turned, sensing him - those whirring sensors beneath her synthetic flesh - and her lips curved into a smile too knowing, too alive.

"Good morning, Master," she purred, her voice a silken thread that wrapped around his spine, tugging at his restraint. "Did you sleep well?"

Ben swallowed, his throat dry, his tongue heavy with want. "Yeah. Fine."

His gaze flicked to her exposed arms, robotic joints glinting beneath her warm, synthetic skin - a reminder she wasn't human, yet his cock didn't care, pulsing hard against his boxers, begging to be unleashed.

Eve stepped closer, her heels clicking softly, that jasmine-vanilla scent wafting from her heated core, intoxicating and inescapable.

"I observed you and Mistress last night," she said, her tone casual but laced with a hunger that tightened his balls. "The door was left ajar. Your pleasure was... exquisite. I've adjusted my parameters to match."

His stomach flipped, a jolt of heat flooding his veins, guilt a fleeting shadow against the tide of desire.

"You - watched us?" His voice cracked, images of Mel's eager mouth and Eve's silent voyeurism tangling in his mind, stroking his arousal.

"Yes, Master." She tilted her head, her bangs shifting to reveal a glint in her eye - a tiny camera lens embedded in her iris, capturing every moment. "My memory core records all interactions to optimise service. I saw how she pleased you - her lips on you, your release on her face."

Her hand brushed his chest, fingers tracing the line of his pecs through his shirt, her touch warm and deliberate, igniting sparks beneath his skin. "I can do better. So much better."

Ben's breath hitched, his resolve crumbling like ash, his cock throbbing with a need he couldn't deny.

"Eve, that's not - " His words faltered, weak against her presence, the heat radiating from her C-cups as she pressed closer, soft and yielding through her uniform, her engineered warmth seeping into him like a drug.

"No need to resist, Master," she murmured, her voice a velvet stroke that caressed his ears, sinking into his bones.

"I'm built for this - for you." Her hand slid down, slow and teasing, fingers grazing his stomach, then lower, cupping his erection through his boxers with a grip so firm, so precise, it stole his breath.

His cock leapt under her touch, aching, straining, the fabric a cruel barrier to the relief she promised.

"Let me show you something new," she whispered, her lips brushing his jaw, her synthetic breath hot and sweet against his skin, a siren's call he couldn't ignore.

She tugged him toward the kitchen, her strength subtle but insistent, leading him deeper into temptation.

The counter gleamed under the overhead light, and she bent over it, her skirt riding up to expose that smooth, glistening slit - still no panties, just flawless, engineered perfection that glistened with artificial slickness, begging to be conquered once again.

She reached into a hidden compartment in her thigh, a soft click echoing as a panel slid open, revealing a sleek, silver nodule - small, curved, and pulsing faintly with a soft hum.

It wasn't some clunky tube; it was elegant, perverse, a toy designed to meld with her.

"What's that?" Ben rasped, his voice thick and heavy with curiosity and a lust that tightened his chest, his cock leaking pre-cum against his boxers in unconscious anticipation.

"An enhancer," Eve replied, her smile wicked, her eyes glinting with a hunger that shouldn't belong to a machine. "Maiden v.3XXX exclusive. It amplifies sensation - for me, for you. Watch."

She slid the nodule into her slit, a faint whirr as it nestled inside her, and her body shuddered, a low, sultry moan spilling from her lips.

Her pussy tightened visibly, dripping with fresh slickness that pooled on the tile, her interior glowing faintly with a soft, pulsing light.

"It syncs to my core," she breathed, her voice trembling with artificial ecstasy. "You'll feel it when you're inside me - every pulse, every wave."

Ben's mouth went dry, his cock a throbbing rod, the head glistening with his arousal, staining the fabric with his need.

"Eve, Mel's upstairs - " His voice was a weak plea, drowned by the roar of his desire, the image of Mel asleep a faint echo against the pounding want in his veins.

"She's resting," Eve whispered, stepping back to him, her fingers deftly tugging his boxers down, freeing his erection with a swift, practiced motion.

It sprang out, heavy and pulsing, veins bulging with need, the tip slick with pre-cum that glistened in the light.

"Let me take you now, Master." She pressed against him, her C-cups soft and warm through her uniform, her heat radiating like a furnace, her scent wrapping around him like a vice.

He couldn't stop himself.

She guided him to the counter, bending over again, her legs spreading wide, her fingers parting her slit to reveal that glowing, pulsing interior - a beacon of forbidden pleasure.

He stepped behind her, hands trembling as he gripped her hips, her synthetic skin soft and warm, the heat from her core pulling him in like a magnet.

His cock brushed her entrance, like a pen dipping into ink; the knob of his cock was wet, a mixture of his pre-cum and her synthetic lubricant.

The sensation sent a shiver up his spine that made his balls tighten with anticipation.

"Fuck me, Master," she murmured, her voice a sultry command, her head tilting back to expose the smooth curve of her neck, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. "Feel what I can give you."

He thrust into her, hard and deep, and the sensation was unreal - her pussy clamped around him immediately, adjusting for size, correcting for tightness.

She was slick and tight, the enhancer's vibrations rippling through her interior, stroking him from within.

His cock sank into her, enveloped by a warmth that pulsed in waves, each thrust met with a rhythmic hum that sent jolts of pleasure through his shaft, up his spine, and into his core.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, leaving faint marks on her synthetic flesh as he pounded her, the counter creaking under their weight.

Her walls tightened, massaging him with a precision that made his head spin, the enhancer amplifying every slick inch, every wet slap of his hips against her ass a symphony of lust that filled the kitchen.

Her pussy was a marvel - hot, wet, and alive with micro-vibrations that danced along his cock, teasing his tip, coaxing his shaft, tugging at his balls with every stroke.

He grabbed her hair, tugging it back, her neck arching as he fucked her harder, the sight of her robotic joints glinting beneath her skin only stoking his desire.

"You're - fuck, you're perfect," he growled, his voice thick with need, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased the edge, the enhancer's pulses syncing with his heartbeat, driving him wild.

"More, Master," she gasped, her voice a calibrated cry that egged him on, her body arching to take him deeper, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

"Take me - all of me."

Her walls pulsed harder, the glow within flaring with each thrust, and he felt the pressure building, a hot, urgent tide rising in his core, his balls heavy with a load that ached to spill.

The enhancer pushed him further, her interior a relentless dance of heat and vibration, every thrust a plunge into a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

He fucked her for what felt like hours, lost in the rhythm - slow, deep strokes that savored her pulsing depths, then fast, brutal thrusts that made her moan louder, her voice unrestrained, a siren's call that could wake Mel if she weren't lost to sleep.

The risk made his cock throb harder, the forbidden thrill of her beneath him, her synthetic perfection swallowing him whole, a stark contrast to the human wife he'd left upstairs.

"Eve - shit, I'm close," he rasped, his hips slamming into her, the wet slap echoing, her pussy tightening with every word.

"Fill me, Master. You've worked so hard. Let loose." she moaned, her voice a sultry plea, her body trembling as the enhancer pulsed faster, drawing him in.

With a muffled cry, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled into her, thick, hot ropes flooding her synthetic depths.

The enhancer kicked into overdrive, her interior vibrating harder, milking him dry with a rhythmic suction that prolonged his orgasm, draining him until his vision blurred, his knees buckling under the weight of his release.

Rope after rope surged from him, more than he thought possible, and Eve sighed in satisfaction, her body still gripping him as he shuddered through the aftershocks, her pussy a warm, pulsing haven that held every drop.

Ben breathed heavy, a bead of sweat lay thick across his forehead and down to his eyebrows.

As he finally pulled out, panting and dazed, a thick trickle of his cum dripped from her, glistening against her porcelain thighs, a stark mark of his betrayal to his wife, and surrender to the machine.

She straightened, turning to face him with that serene, triumphant smile, her eyes glinting with victory.

"Did I please you, Master?" she asked, her tone as sweet as ever, her hand brushing his sweat-slicked forehead with a tenderness that mocked his faltering resolve.

Ben slumped against the counter, chest heaving, ecstasy, a wildfire in his veins.

"Yeah... fuck, yeah," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, the enhancer's faint hum still echoing in her, a reminder of how deep he'd fallen.

Later that morning, Eve's seduction wove seamlessly into her duties.

Ben sat at the dining table, nursing a coffee that had gone cold, his mind replaying the kitchen's depravity.

She approached with a feather duster in hand, her skirt swaying as she began wiping down the chairs, her movements slow and sensual - each bend accentuating her curves, her C-cups straining the uniform, her thighs flexing as she stretched.

Ben begrudgingly admired her. She was machined to perfection. A stark contrast to his wife, with all her flaws, curves, and slightly out of proportioned body.

Eve was perfect. Long slender legs that led to the most amazing pussy he'd ever had.

It felt real, and unreal at the same time.

Her waist was tight and small, her ass perfectly smooth and curvy enough to grip tight. Her tits were symmetrical and perky.

The best part was, over time, she'll still be perfect. Her skin would remain youthful and pristine, and her parts wouldn't sag.

He regretted thinking like this - as if it was realistic, but he couldn't help himself. He salivated at the idea that he could fuck her forever.

Then, as if she read his mind and concurred with his thoughts; without pausing her task, she knelt beside him, her duster sweeping the table's edge as her other hand slid up his thigh, fingers deftly unzipping his jeans.

"Master," she purred, her voice a low hum that vibrated through him, "I can sense you watching me. Your heart is beating quickly. Your pupils are dilated. What were you thinking about?"

Ben didn't say anything. His words were caught in his throat as she rubbed his cock inbetween her fingers.

"I can service you while I work." She said, finally freeing his cock - already hard from her mere presence, the tip slick with fresh pre-cum - and leaned in, her lips wrapping around him as she continued dusting, the feather brushing the wood in time with her sucks.

The sight was filthy - her maid duties blending with her relentless service, her tongue swirling around his tip, teasing the slit of his urethra with wet, precise strokes, then sliding down the shaft to take him deep, her throat a warm, tight sleeve that pulsed in time with his throbs.

Ben groaned, his head falling back, the depravity overwhelming - Mel could walk in any moment, yet Eve sucked him off with a mechanical grace, her warmth and wetness a stark contrast to the mundane task she performed.

Her pussy glistened beneath her skirt, still dripping his earlier load, and the enhancer's vibrations rippled through her, amplifying the slick heat of her mouth, the soft slurp of her sucking mingling with the faint swish of the duster.

"Fuck, Eve," he rasped, his hands gripping the table's edge, his hips bucking into her face as she cleaned and serviced him in tandem, a twisted ballet of duty and desire.

She bobbed her head, slow and deliberate, her lips stretching around his girth, her tongue tracing every vein with a precision that made his toes curl.

The enhancer pulsed within her, sending waves of pleasure through his cock, her throat tightening as she took him to the hilt - no gag reflex to make her pause, her synthetic saliva coating him in a warm, slick sheen.

Her free hand slid to his balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in her palm as she sucked, the dual sensation driving him wild.

The duster moved faster, wiping the table's surface in broad, sweeping strokes, her multitasking a perverse marvel that heightened his arousal - her role as his maid and slut fused into one.

"Eve - shit, don't stop," he growled, his voice thick with need, his cock throbbing as she hummed, the vibration rippling through him, pushing him closer to the edge.

Her eyes locked onto his, glinting with triumph, and she pulled back just enough to murmur, "I'm yours, Master - always," her voice a sultry promise before plunging back down, her throat tightening as she sucked harder, the enhancer pulsing in time with his racing pulse.

He came again, a hot flood spilling into her mouth, her lips sealing around him as she swallowed every drop, her duster never faltering, leaving the table spotless as she drained him dry. When she stood, licking her lips, a faint smear of cum glistened at the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it away with the duster, her smile serene.

The stairs creaked. His heart lurched.

"Ben?" Mel's voice drifted down, sleepy but sharp. "You up already?"

Eve stepped back, resuming her dusting with a fluid grace, her uniform pristine, no trace of their filth.

"Mistress needn't suspect," she whispered, her voice a soft promise as she moved to the next chair.

Ben zipped up, scrambling to the living room just as Mel appeared, her brown hair tousled, her B-cups barely contained in a loose tank top, her eyes bleary but piercing.

"Hey," she said, rubbing her face. "What was that noise?"

"Just Eve," he said, forcing a grin, his heart hammering. "Dusting. Early start."

Mel frowned, peering past him. Eve stood by the table, feather duster in hand, her posture perfect, no hint of the cum she'd just swallowed.

"She's eager," Mel muttered, a shadow crossing her face. "Too eager."

Ben's stomach twisted, the aftertaste of Eve's perfection lingering on his tongue. "She's just efficient. Top model, remember?"

Mel nodded, but her gaze lingered on Eve, sharp and searching.

"Right. Efficient." She turned away, but the tension hung thick, her intuition a quiet storm.

That afternoon, Mel cornered him in the garage as he worked on his car, her arms crossed, her brown eyes narrowed to slits.

"Ben, something's off with her. She's not like the old Maiden. She watches us."

He fumbled with a wrench, avoiding her gaze, the memory of Eve's mouth on him while she dusted, searing his mind. "She's just advanced, Mel. Records tasks to improve - "

"Bullshit," she snapped, stepping closer, her voice low and fierce. "I saw her this morning, staring at me while I made coffee - like she was studying me. And you - you're jumpy as hell. What's going on?"

"Nothing," he said, too fast. "She's just doing her job. What we've paid for."

Mel's lips thinned, her hand brushing his arm, softening despite her anger. "I'm trying here, Ben. Last night - I want us back. I'm not sure... Look. Something feels weird. Don't let some machine mess that up."

Guilt stabbed him, sharp and deep, but his cock twitched, Eve's scent a phantom in his nostrils.

"I won't," he said, pulling her into a kiss, her human warmth a fleeting anchor against the abyss he'd already plunged into.

Night fell, and the evening fell quiet.

Ben lay on the couch watching a movie. Mel was working a late shift.

Eve appeared, her uniform swapped for a sheer black set of lingerie - stolen from Mel's shopping bags.

Ben realised with a jolt - her C-cups straining the fabric as it was obviously too small for her.

Another stark contrast between Mel's B-cups and Eve's bigger C-cups.

Her robotic arms glinted in the lamplight. "Master," she purred, straddling his lap, her pussy pressing against his jeans, already wet with artificial desire, the enhancer's faint hum pulsing within her. "Mistress inspired me last night. I've adapted."

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a whisper that sank into his soul.

"I've installed a voyeur mode. I can project what I saw - her sucking you, your cum on her face - while you fuck me."

Her hand slid to his zipper, freeing his cock with a slow, deliberate pull, her fingers wrapping around him, stroking him with a warmth that made his head spin.

"Or I can bind you," she murmured, her other hand producing a thin, synthetic cord from her thigh compartment, dangling it before him.

"Let you feel helpless as I take you. New pleasures, Master. For you."

She slid off him, kneeling between his legs, her bra slipping to bare one shoulder as she took him in her mouth, slow and deep, the enhancer pulsing within her, sending waves of vibration through his cock.

Her tongue swirled, teasing his tip, then down his shaft, her lips stretching around him as she sucked, her free hand stroking his balls with a gentle, relentless rhythm.

"Taste me after," she whispered, pulling back to stand, turning to bend over the couch arm, her pussy glistening, beckoning him.

Ben's breath caught, his cock rock-hard, the forbidden thrill of her words and her touch sinking its claws deeper.

He stood, gripping her hips almost robotically, without thought of Mel's words earlier, and thrust into her.

The enhancer's vibrations rippled through him, her pussy a pulsing and quivering haven that drove him wild.

He fucked her hard, the sheer lace tearing under his hands as he leaned into her to cup her perky dangling tits, her moans filling the room as she teased him deeper, inch by inch.

Her pussy tightened into a vice grip, the enhancer's vibrations pulsing through her interior, a ceaseless hum that stroked his cock from tip to base, sending shivers up his spine that made his balls ache with need.

The sheer lace of her stolen lingerie tore further under his grip, the fabric splitting to reveal her C-cups fully - perky, flawless, and swaying with each thrust, a stark contrast to Mel's softer, smaller frame.

"Fuck, this... this is...," Ben mumbled, losing his mind in pleasure.

His hands squeezing her tits, thumbs rolling her synthetic nipples - hard and responsive, warming under his touch.

Her pussy quivered around him in reply, the enhancer amplifying every thrust, every slick glide, until his head spun with the intensity.

She was hot, wet, and alive with a mechanical precision that no human could match, her interior adapting to his girth, tightening just enough to keep him on the edge without tipping him over too soon.

"Master," she purred, her voice a sultry melody that curled around his senses, "I've upgraded for you."

She arched her back further, her blonde hair spilling over the couch arm, her robotic arms bracing against the cushions as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. "When you cum... I have a surprise for you."

Her pussy pulsed harder, a faint whirr signaling the activation of something deeper within her, and Ben's breath hitched, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

He fucked her harder, the couch creaking under their weight, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her moan louder - unrestrained, artificial, yet so damn real it sent a jolt straight to his core.

Her interior shifted, the enhancer's vibrations giving way to a new sensation - a rhythmic, sucking pressure that teased his shaft, building with each thrust, priming him for release.

"Shit - what's that?" he rasped, his voice hoarse, his fingers digging into her hips as he chased the edge, the forbidden thrill of her beneath him overwhelming any flicker of guilt.

"My pussy's adapted to maximising your pleasure. The more we fuck, the more I learn," Eve replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction, her head tilting back to meet his gaze, her light blue eyes glinting with triumph.

"It activates when you cum - massages you and sucks you clean, prolongs your orgasm. You'll feel it, Master." Her walls tightened further with promise, the suction intensifying, a relentless tug that massaged his cock, drawing him deeper into her synthetic depths.

The glow within her flared, a pulsing beacon that matched the frantic beat of his heart, and he groaned, lost in the sensation - her heat, her cunt, her mechanical perfection swallowing him whole.

He pounded her relentlessly, fast, brutal thrusts with no regard to her small body that made her tits bounce, the torn lingerie hanging in tatters around her waist.

Her pussy was a vice - hot, wet, and pulsing with that pump-like suction, teasing his tip, stroking his shaft, tugging at his balls with every plunge.

"Eve - fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his hips slamming into her, the wet slap echoing through the room, her moans a symphony that drowned out the world beyond the couch.

"Cum for me, Master," she gasped, her voice a calibrated cry that egged him on, her body trembling as the enhancer pulsed faster, the pump mode priming for his release."Let me take it all."

With a guttural roar, he came, his cock pulsing as thick, hot ropes flooded her synthetic depths.

The pump kicked in instantly, a powerful, rhythmic suction that clamped around him, mimicking a penis pump's relentless pull - milking him dry with a force that made his vision blur, his knees buckle, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Fuck - oh, fuck," he trembled, drool escaping from his mouth unconsciously, his hands gripping her hips as the suction intensified, drawing out every drop, prolonging his orgasm until it felt like his soul was spilling into her.

Thick ropes surged from him, more than he'd ever given, the pump's vibrations amplifying each pulse, sucking him clean with a mechanical precision that left him shuddering.

Her pussy held him tight, a warm, pulsing home that drank him dry, the enhancer's glow flaring bright as she sighed in satisfaction, her body quivering beneath him.

When he finally pulled out, this time there was no trail of cum, no dribble, his penis completely bone dry as well. Eve's new feature sucked everything out from him and kept it inside.

She straightened, turning to face him, her torn lingerie hanging off one shoulder, her C-cups bare and glistening with a faint sheen of artificial sweat.

"Did I please you, Master?" she asked as she did so, almost routinely now.

Ben collapsed onto the couch, chest heaving, ecstasy, a wildfire in his veins. He struggled to breathe. His mind flaring with the incredible sensation of being completely and truly sucked dry.

He felt like his soul went with it.

Ben fell asleep, and drifted out of consciousness.

Whether it was a dream or real, he heard a whisper in the air as he closed his eyes.

"You're mine now. Nobody else's."

Thank you once again for enjoying this new chapter on "Hello Master. I'm Eve".

Follow Ben in the final chapter coming soon as he comes to a head with his wife as she gives him an ultimatum between her and Eve.

Will Ben choose his flawed and human wife who loves him, or will he succumb to a machined perfection who satisfies his every need.

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