LoveDroid III (Patreon)

The nerdy otaku blinked awake, the sound of his anime ringtone blaring from his phone startling him awake. 

His "roommate" entered his bedroom, dressed only in a skimpy, clingy maid outfit. The busty, curvaceous woman stepped inside delicately, carrying a tray.

"Good morning, master!" she chirped cheerfully. "I made you breakfast!" 

For a virgin otaku loser, this incredibly sweet and unbelievably well-built woman was too good to be true. Well, in fact, she literally was; she was a highly-advanced sex android that he had purchased, but in error, chose options that meant his diminutive otaku penis was incompatible with her. Since the sex doll was unreturnable, he had to live with this gorgeous, almost literally perfect woman that adored him, but that he was incapable of fucking. At the very least she dutifully served him as a maid, but sharing a room with that gorgeous body that screamed out to be fucked was too much to bear. 

"Thank you..." he sighed as she set the tray next to him.

"Is something troubling you, master?" She asked, tilting her head cutely, just like his anime girls would do.

"It's just... Can we try having sex again?" 

The droid blinked, her artificial expression changing. "Master, we have tried. My bodily options make that impossible," she reminded him.

"I know but... Can we try again? I paid a lot of money for you, it's the least we can do..."

"I am programmed to obey your every whim." She smiled. "As you wish."

With her dainty fingers, she pulled the straps of her maid outfit off her shoulders, causing it to instantly drop to the floor. Her nude body never ceased to amaze and torment her otaku owner. Her immense-yet-gravity-defying breasts, her impossibly narrow waist, her wide, child-bearing hips (which conveniently could never actually bear a child no matter how many times she was creampied), her beautiful, pristine slit, eternally hairless, and those long silky legs that were much the same. A mere gaze at her perfection rendered him rock-solid in a matter of seconds.

The droid, programmed to be extremely observant of her master's genitals, noticed instantly. "I see you are ready to try again, master!" Practically trembling with arousal, all the poor boy could do was nod.

She gently climbed on top of him, straddling him on her knees. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto his barely-there virgin cock, ever-so-lightly, so that her lips just barely grazed his tip. She wanted to confirm one more time before beginning that her master was ready.

"Are you ready, mas-" But a subroutine fired in her positronic brain to interrupt herself; because her master was squirming beneath her. Then, her touch sensors detected a wetness. The simple grazing of his pent-up sissy sausage was apparently enough to set him off. Even though she was hardwired to love her master unconditionally, she couldn't help but betray a look of disappointment at the ease with which her master blew his load.

"Oh, master..." Was all she could think to say.