Technically, I'm not fucking the robot. The robot is just jerking me off. That's not the same thing. I looked down at Baby's shiny, white metal hand, seeing her fingers and thumb together as she pumped back and forth at the air. The idea of my dick in that hand while she looked into my eyes and assured me with that silky-smooth voice that everything would be okay ... the idea of it made my cock throb hard enough that the it peeked out from the flap in my boxers.
"There's my grown-up toy," Baby said, looking down at my dick. "Bring that over here so we can play a fun game, won't you?" I looked down at Baby's feet for a moment, realizing I had never actually bolted her down as the movers recommended. Baby's head moved down and followed my gaze. "Oh, are you curious? Here." She took a single step forward, lifting her left foot. "I suppose I can just come to you, if you would prefer."
She could walk. Holy shit, she could walk. She could fucking walk.
I should run. I should run very far. How could I forget that the robots could walk even back when I was a kid? I looked up at her as she approached me, her eyes flickering as she reached out for my erect, throbbing dick with an open hand.
"Are you ready? Circus Baby loves nothing more than to put on a great show ...," she cooed, smiling at me. We kept walking forward, getting closer with each step. If I was going to back out and bail, this was the time to do it. Her hand was getting closer, so I only have a few seconds. Her fingers were wrapping around my shaft, so I don't have much time.
She grabbed my dick with a very gentle grip; not a squeeze or pinch, and no pain whatsoever. I could hear mechanical whirring noises as she began to slowly pump her hand back and forth, jerking me off while our eyes met. Her hand was cold and clammy to the touch from the metal, but the cold combined with the warmth of my dick. It created a sensation that I have never felt before, but one that sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. I shivered from her touch at first, but as she continued to move her hand, my dick started to rise in her grasp, pointing up as she sped up her motion.
"I can't believe it took you so long." Baby commented as her hand pumped back and forth. "I thought once you found my secret power button, you would have jumped at the chance ... instead, you were a coward." I didn't appreciate being taunted, but I also didn't dare argue and risk losing this incredible feeling. "I thought I had dropped enough hints for you ... my eyes changing in color when I saw you, or trying to speak when we were alone ... but you just didn't get it. You were just a dummy ... and now, here we are."
Looking back on things now, I surprised myself that I didn't panic further. For all of the constant fear and whining about the past and about the reputation the company had, one would think that I would have had Baby shipped as far away as possible the night she said my name without being powered on. But no, my lower brain had to keep taking over as I kept wondering what might be if I left her around. I'm incredibly lucky that she's simply stroking my dick instead of trying to crush it or pull it off.
"F-Faster ...," I stammered. I heard Baby giggle as her hand sped up, as the sounds of gears moving faster flowed into my ears. Something about that sound, partnered with knowing it was caused by a robot's handjob, made my erection throb harder in her hand. As I asked, Baby's speed gradually increased, to the point where her hand was nothing more than a white blur when I looked down. My legs started to quiver from her incredible speed and my knees grew weak; it took everything I had to not collapse and risk her accidentally pulling on me too hard. "I'm gonna cum ...!"
"Oh, you are?" Baby casually asked, as if this was a normal part of my day. "You're going to ejaculate all over your animatronic clown girl's hand? You're going to ... cum ... from Circus Baby's hand?" She paused before saying 'cum,' which struck me as odd; if she had the programming to pleasure men, wouldn't she know how to talk dirty? Referring to herself in the third person was cute and added more appeal as her hand continued to furiously pump back and forth. "Please do. I want to try a human's ice cream."
That sounded so cliche and lame, but I didn't care - I was too close!
"I'm actually glad that things are finally in the open." Baby casually spoke as she frantically moved her hand back and forth. "Of course, not another soul would believe you ... imagine, a pizzeria robot, being able to speak freely and give her owner sexual favors? You would be called insane ... and maybe you are?" She was trying to get into my head now, and I wasn't sure why. "I'm simply teasing, of course." She giggled, which made me uncomfortable. "Now, before you cum in my hand, I want you to know ... I am grateful that you've given me another chance to do what I love. I love entertaining children and making their lives happy ... and for that reason, I will always make you happy, Anon."
I couldn't get a good read on this. First she taunted me, now she's saying everything is fine? And she's still jacking me off? Should I just wait until I actually wake up (which I was still partially sure would happen) or just roll with it? Either way, this was actually happening. I couldn't just go back and remove the fact that I let Circus Baby give me a handjob and was about to bust from it. Besides, if I keep worrying about her, I'll never get the restaurant going, and ... I couldn't think about that right now! It felt too fucking good! That look in her eyes, and her hand moving so fast, and ...!
I let out a loud, satisfied sigh as my muscles tensed up, shooting a stream of cum onto her chest and above the fan on her stomach, while the rest dribbled onto her fingers and hand. I watched my cum run down her red chest and stomach; it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in the past two minutes. As my sigh turned into a loud, long grunt of pleasure and my orgasm subsided, Baby's hand slowed down as well, gradually pumping slower and releasing her grip as I calmed down.
Once I was able to come down from my post-orgasm high, something struck me thoughts: what if my cum got into her stomach fan thing? Would that ruin her?
"Oh fuck." I muttered. "I need a paper towel." I looked at Baby. She tilted her head in curiosity. "Let me get you cleaned up really quick." I explained. "I don't want you breaking before I can figure this out."
"Okay. Thank you." Baby replied with a nod. I watched as she lifted her arm, putting her hand to her eyes and examined my cum running down her palm and fingers. "I do not think getting semen inside my hand would be particularly good for my functions."
"Probably, but ... can I get it inside somewhere else?" I asked. I had completely forgotten the subject at hand and let my dick take over again. Baby's green eyes flickered, but she didn't look very amused.
"Please, help me get clean first." Baby said. I quickly nodded and jumped from the stage, or tried to; forgetting my pants were down, I fell from the stage in a bellyflop and landed flat on my face.
"Fuck!" I yelled, muffled by the floor. I clumsily picked myself back up and corrected my pants, dashing into the office to find the closest thing I could to a paper towel: one of the new employee shirts in the boxes of uniforms. I ran back out and stepped up on the stage, gently wiping the cum from Baby's body, hand, and fingers. "You should be good ... I think." I nodded. "I should probably go read about how to get rid of smells though, if this becomes regular ..." I muttered those last words.
"Oh?" Baby asked, looking at me. "Would you like this to become regular? I can give you service at any time, whenever I'm not entertaining." Baby said. I felt my cock begin to grow in my pants again already. I just nodded without saying a word. "That would be fantastic." Baby said with a smile. "I can perform both of my functions every day. That would be a perfect life."
"Why do you even have that second function?" I asked.
"Well, being an animatronic for Fazbear entertainment, my job is to entertain children and-" Baby started to explain, but I held up my hand to interrupt her.
"You know what I meant." I replied with a sigh, shaking my head. "Why do you know anything whatsoever about sex?"
"Oh, that." Baby nodded. "I was repaired in the same facility used to manufacture sexual aids for men, and learned from there that my other function is-" Baby started speaking Japanese after that last word, which flew completely over my head. When she stopped explaining, she looked at me with a smile. "Does everything make sense, now?"
"Yes." I replied with a nod. Didn't understand a thing she said, but some of the words sure sounded dirty. "I had better get back to the office, Baby. I have some stuff to work on before we open tomorrow." I stood up and hopped off the stage, turning to look at her. "It's been really ... really awesome ... to actually meet you." I blushed, smiling at her. "What happens now?"
"You're the manager." Baby replied. "Whatever you want to happen." She started to walk forward. I just watched in awe as she took one step off the stage, then another, and was standing on the floor in front of me. This was one of the biggest things I had feared happening if I ended up getting a Freddy robot, but right now I couldn't be more thrilled. "At night, I will turn to this mode and assist you in any way. When I have guests, I will do my job and sing for them. Is that satisfactory with you?"
"That's perfect." I replied. I turned to walk towards the office and heard loud, heavy stomping behind me. The floor shook with each step-Baby probably weighed at least 400 pounds, after all. "Are ... are you coming with me?" I asked, turning around and stopping in my tracks.
"May I? Baby asked. "I have never seen the pizzeria besides my stage. I am very curious. I promise not to break anything."
"Uh ..." I paused, trying to think quickly on what could possibly go wrong. Maybe I could get a handjob in a different room than where I got the first one. That might be pretty neat. "Sure, come on." I agreed. "Just be careful."
