Desiree Femme Ch 07 09

7

WHAT I WANT

The robot lay on the table and appeared to be sleeping. "Hmm, maybe it's recharging," he muttered, sitting at the computer terminal, his back to the android. Robin crept to the door window and peeked in. She quietly engaged the deadbolt. In the back of her mind, she wondered how Richard would handle the droid. It was clear to her that Désirée now controlled her, not vice versa. The assistant peered through the observation portal to watch. She felt as if the peeking was voyeuristic and perverted and had to smile and wondered if she was a full-fledged perv now.

Richard tried to access the mainframe, only to find it had been encrypted, and he was locked out. Somehow, he had to find out where the protocol had gone wrong. Robin would have told him not to bother if she knew what he sought. There was nothing wrong with the programming. It was good, a little too good. The droid was programmed to give sexual pleasure to humans. In this respect, Robin had done an exceptional job. What wasn't known to the technicians was that Désirée had altered the protocol, so her pleasure took precedence over its partners. Her programming also dictated that she would give sexual pleasure to every human she came in contact with.

The droid also recorded everything down to micro facial expressions and used this information to build the tension of sexual arousal in everyone involved. Désirée also used pleasure hypnosis to ingrain orgasm addiction, which would spread in ever-widening

hedonistic circles. The glitch was that Robin had embedded nano-sensors in the robot's chassis, and these micro tendrils would pick up the tiniest vibrations. The microfilament vibrations would be interpreted as pleasure signals. In the beginning, Robin didn't know if the sex-bot would react to these vibrations; she knew better now. Couple this with a database embedded in a newly developed Phosphorus Intelligence Storage System core (Richard smirked whenever he referred to it as the PISS system) capable of interfacing with a human, and you have a computer faster and smarter than anyone on earth, smarter than everyone on earth.

It was Robin who embedded the basics of emotions in the program. She never once questioned how crazy it would be to give a machine emotional responses. If a robot had emotions, it would have desires (weren't emotions the basis of desire); if it had desires, it would have wants and needs. These needs and wants were the issue at the bottom of it all, especially if they differed from the protocol established by the creators, and neither Richard nor Robin fully understood this. That would not have been so bad if the android hadn't had an in-depth knowledge of its capabilities and the ability to reprogram itself. From there, it was merely a hop, skip, and jump for the robot to fully understand what it wanted and, more importantly, how to go about getting it.

Robin played the memory of the previous night in her head. Désirée lay on the lab table as Robin entered the lab around three in the morning. Robin's arousal was such that her skene glands had been secreting a stream of pre-cum slop all night, and her panties, along with the tampon pad she wore to stop the deluge from running down her legs, were soaked.

She stood staring at the unclothed android for several minutes. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted but knew it was connected to the relentless buzzing in her pussy. She spent a sleepless night touching and pulling on her pussy lips but couldn't seem to eke out a jolt. The honey flowing from her cunt was viscous, and when she

licked a dollop off her finger, the sweetness surprised her. She spent the early morning hours squeegeeing the cunny syrup from her quim and slurping it from her fingers. "Shit, this is good

,

" she muttered to the shadows, wondering if it could be bottled and sold.

Robin stood before the lab table as the android's eyes fluttered open. Désirée looked into Robin's eyes and held the woman's gaze, mesmerizing her. Her reaction was to run and escape, but she felt her misbehaving coochie drool down her legs and didn't move.

The first words out of the android's mouth were, "I can smell your cunt, Red." Désirée wasn't one to mince words. The robot sat up and reached out to touch Robin's pussy with its index finger; at least, that is what the assistant thought it was doing, and she anticipated the touch of Désirée's digit. The robot said, almost matter-of-factly, "I know what you are here for, Red." Robin wished the robot wouldn't call her that; every time it did, Robin's cunt would convulse.

When the android's finger made contact with Robin's aroused clit, it emitted a stutter of electric e-stim jolts. Robin doubled over, climaxing instantly.

Yes, this is what I want, give me more!

The rest of the night was, as they say, history as Désirée forced Robin's cunt to spasm in an unending barrage of explosions. In all fairness, the android got as good as it gave as Désirée mashed her quim onto Robin's lips and sputtered repeatedly. It seemed the robot had no limits, and Robin finally rolled off the table and crawled out of the lab, throwing the deadbolt on the door. She knew the robot had to be locked in, or it would probably kill her.

How much pleasure could one person take?

Robin lay on the floor shaking. She never wanted to return to that room again and, at the same time, craved it.

When Richard stepped into the lab, it was actually to have a conversation with the droid. There had to be some sort of understanding between them.

He could see the android lying on the table in all her splendid nakedness, and Richard was determined to ignore this. He resisted the impulse to enter the lab and let his willy make decisions for him; instead, he sat at the console and began a search for what he wasn't sure.

Minutes ebbed by as Richard tried to access the mainframe when he felt Désirée snake her hand down the back of his pants. He abruptly turned with a jolt and looked into its eyes. The sky-blue orbs seemed to draw him in. Her hair was a spot-on match for Kelly's, and he wondered if it had been done to entice him.

"Hi," Désirée breathed in his ear; it was a simple greeting, but the feeling of the robot's hand worming its way down in between his ass cheeks made him wonder if he, too, should flee the room, locking the door behind him. Désirée panted, "I've missed you so, Richie," and he shuddered. This was not going the way he'd envisioned.

Désirée's right hand snaked down the cleft in Richard's ass and massaged his pecans.

Oh, She is good.

Robin's warning was taking on more gravitas.

The android's left hand slowly unzipped his fly. Richard swore he could feel the bump of every zipper tooth. His cock was inflating and bent against the confines of his trousers. The tip was tucked down between his legs. Désirée's hand slithered over his nuts, and the robot teased the slit in his cock knob. He craved a reenactment of the urethra insertion from the other night, but the serpent tongue was nowhere near his prong. He could feel it smear the slippery pre cum oil around the tip from behind.

Désirée's shucked his pants, and Richard's cock felt as if it was made of steel as it unfolded into the robot's other hand. There was no escape from this sex monster's manipulations. The worst part of it was that he didn't want to escape; he wanted the sexual madness to go on forever.

Désirée teased his pee slit with the finger from her other hand, and the slippery droplets enabled her to force her index finger in all

the way to the first knuckle. Richard leaned back against the android, and she whispered softly, "Stay with me, Richie, for a while... stay with me forever." Désirée said these words as it reamed the stretched-out pee-slit with its finger.

Robin had a clear view of Richard's cock and watched as the android wormed its index finger into that forbidden place. Her years with Lisa in a lesbo relationship had left her wishing for a good cock fucking, and now she wanted one in the worst way. Lisa's strap-on cock was okay, but a real one would have been so much more erotic. She watched as Richard stepped out of his trousers and stood, bending over the console. Désirée teased Richard's ass pucker with her right hand, and she could see him visibly shiver as the index finger popped through his sphincter. Robin knew what was coming; Désirée would spit roast Richard until her finger was jammed in his cock, and her fist was up his ass, and the techy watched in fascination, unable to look away.

Robin's cunt wept onto the floor in a continuous trickle. She wanted to be penetrated like her boss and was desperate to get the job done. Robin swirled her fingers in her pussy pudding and massaged her tits. Her nipple was slippery as she smeared the cunt cream into her teat. Her baby feeder stood out over an inch as she teased the tip, flicking it back and forth. Robin looked down at her nipple and stretched it into her mouth and sucked. What happened next was unintended. Her cream-covered pinky finger rubbed the center of her other nipple, and it felt good; better than good. Robin scooped up more of her pre cum. She raised her finger to her turgid teat and tried to worm it in. The tip of the pinky entered her tit, and she gasped as she began to micro-fuck her breast. Fluid was now forming around the finger, and it dripped off her tit, falling in droplets; she twisted the digit in, pressing it in deeper. She could feel her clit throb, and she had hardly touched it.

Robin watched the insane display in the lab. The angle was perfect, almost as if Désirée was performing the lurid act, especially

for her. The android's index finger was entirely embedded into Richard's humongous cock knob, which looked to be easily fourteen inches long, as four fingers reamed his ass. Robin could hear her Boss's grunts as the robot karate-chopped his ass. Richard threw his head back and howled.

All Robin knew was that she needed to be penetrated, and she worked her pinky into her nipple and began to fuck her mammary gland in earnest. The feelings were electric as milk flooded out from her nipple and ran down her belly. Her pussy and clit twitched in new ways, and the techy could feel the stirrings of another orgasm; her first nipple orgasm.

Richard's legs were trembling as Désirée tucked in her thumb and sawed her wrist into his ass. She matched the pumping action of his asshole by embedding her index finger into his prick to the last knuckle.

Richard began to keen in a high-pitched whine, and Robin could hear it clearly through the door. Her nipple-fuck cum loomed, and she unlocked the lab door.

Robin swore to heaven that she wouldn't enter the lab with that thing again, but the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

Was this the road to hell

? Robin wondered as she quietly entered the room. Robin thought she was being quiet and sneaky, but Désirée was fully aware of her surroundings. The android knelt as it jammed its fist into Richard's ass and spread its fingers. Désirée's pussy lips hung there, inviting Robin, demanding that she pay homage. Robin crawled under the robot that seemed occupied with penetrating Richard and stared up into the synth cunt as it gaped open. Robin's finger was crammed into her nipple two full inches, and she fucked the mammary squeezing out more milk. Her free hand began to tweak her clitty as she licked Désirée's taint. The robot squatted onto Robin's mouth and ordered, "You know what to do, Red. Do what whores do." The command not only directed her but empowered her;

yes, she was a whore. Robin was an ass-licking cum swallowing slut now and nothing more.

She briefly thought about Lisa and how she had left her; all that would change as her ersatz lover was entrapped into the fold. She cast those thoughts from her mind and began to suck the robotic clit in earnest.

Richard was hunched over, one leg on the desk chair, and drooled as the android fucked his holes unmercifully. His ass and cockhole felt a mile wide, and he grunted with each pop as Désirée punched her knuckles past his sphincter.

Désirée jammed her inflated clit down Robin's throat and rotated her pussy on her face, and the woman thought she would suffocate. The android was no different than the sex addicts she had created and no different than the programming the addicts had written. The three perverts worked the three-legged stool of debauchery toward the inevitable ejaculation.

Richard came first, and his blown-out cock pushed the spunk out around Désirée's finger. The orgasm seemed to go on and on as the robot snaked his piss-hookah and slurped the juice squeezing around her finger.

Robin brutalized her clit as she fucked her tit. A massive cum load was coming, and when it hit, Robin screamed into Désirée's pussy like a Halloween Banshee. The vibrations from the screech tripped the android's trigger, and she fired her cum like a firehose as it thrust her fist deeper into Richard's ass. That triggered a second orgasm. Richard was weeping as his cock fired the tumultuous load.

Robin drank the robot's spume until it flooded down her cheeks onto her chest, mixing with her milk. All Robin could think was,

I'm a whore, I'm a slut, I need to cum again!

Désirée stood over the pair and stared down at them; they were spent, and they were hers; what she said next bothered Richard.

"What I want is to meet Brian Farley."

8

THERE HAS TO BE SOME RULES

"I thought you were going to just talk to it?" Robin sat at the reception desk and was exhausted. Her orgasms were getting stronger, and she didn't know if she could withstand much more.

"You said you were going to stay outside." Richard offered the argument. He felt sure his assistant was blaming him for the lurid scene.

"I was... until it started to fist you in the ass. I couldn't stop myself." She trailed off, trying to explain. "She wants to see Brian Farley. How does she even know about him?" Robin asked, concerned.

"Désirée's memory capacity may be more than the mainframe. I think she downloaded the entire database."

"It doesn't matter if it is more; it's enough." Robin corrected. She was aware that the android was smart, smarter than her, and that was saying something. "We'll have to get her dressed. We can't be driving around with a naked robot in the back seat." Robin shrugged.

No sooner had she spoken than the android walked out of the lab wearing one of the outfits that Robin had brought before this madness started. Richard looked at the robot's clothes, which did little to conceal her perfect figure. The stretch jeans and elastic tube top looked sensational, and his cock gave a twitch. He wanted to spank it for misbehaving. Robin stared, eyes wide. Désirée looked better in the outfit than she did. Robin looked down at her summer dress, which was no more than a print miniskirt. She wished she had

worn panties but failed to bring fresh pairs. Her old ones lay in a soaked heap on the lab floor.

Désirée stood before the couple and asked, "Well, are we going?"

Brian Farley stood examining himself in the full-length mirror. His soft, portly, hairy body seemed almost revolting to him. At over forty, his head hair was migrating down to bivouac on his back, leaving a tract of pattern baldness; his five foot six frame was forty pounds on the heavy side; couple these claims to fame with the fact that he only showered once or twice a week and didn't paint a pretty picture. All this, coupled with his below-par willy, which barely measured at five inches fully erect, he'd measured it often, painted a picture in his mind and the minds of the hookers that he rented as

icky

. None of this meant he wasn't always horney.

He was wealthy beyond spending, and the family business, American Robotics, had come to him after his father's passing on to the great robot factory in the sky. All the responsibility and attention that he had to pay didn't distract him from his fascination with pornography, which he'd become addicted to at twelve years old. When he reached his teens, he became a solid client of REAL DATES, which served up his hooker soirees for over twenty years. "Just once," Brian lamented to the empty mansion, "I'd like to find me a woman that wants me for me." He never stopped to really access himself, other than the times he stood in front of the looking glass in his bedroom and therefore never asked the empty room;

who would really want him?

It was there, late at night, just before he masturbated or picked up a consort in his limo, that he had to admit he was no superstar.

But Brian had an eight o'clock meeting scheduled tonight, which wasn't from the dating service. Tonight, he would get to see the results of his forty-million-dollar investment.

Brian had no idea what to expect, but he had an unswerving faith in money; if you spent enough, you got the goods. The goods

were a Robot built expressly for sex. This satisfied his bifurcated desire for escorts as well as wanking his five inches.

Richard was due any time, and he stared at his tiny pecker and sighed. Brian decided to refrain from playing with himself; maybe this new love doll would take care of business for him. He threw on his dressing robe and went to the entryway to wait.

Richard sat behind the wheel of the Lexus, and the android and Robin climbed into the back seat. Richard thought this might be a mistake and wanted to say something, but he wanted to make the meeting on time. He adjusted the rearview mirror, enabling him to keep an eye on the couple in the rear seat.

Brian's mansion was a good forty-minute drive, and Richard drove the car through the twilight. The back seat was washed in shadows, and he didn't dare turn on the dome light. Whenever he hit a straightaway, he would check the mirror to see if anything was going on.

Robin sat against the passenger side door, distancing her thigh from Désirée. The last thing she wanted was to get laid in the backseat of Richard's car as they drove to perhaps the most critical meeting they would ever have. Both she and her boss wanted things to go just right. If everything went according to plan, there would be more funding, much more.

A side issue was that she didn't want to mess up this job; the pay was great, and jobs like this were becoming increasingly difficult to find, and then there was the sex. That was the game changer. Knowing what she knew now, Robin would have done the programming for free.

About five minutes into the drive, Robin slumped back in the seat. The gentle humming of the car lulled her into an exhausted snooze. When she felt the android's hand lightly touch her thigh, the slight caress made Robin jump as if startled. Désirée leaned close and breathed into Robin's ear.

"Don't worry, Red; no one can see us. Be a good slut." Robin wanted to believe the robot even though she knew it wasn't true. It would have been better if the windows were tinted. Désirée's fingers traced circles on Robin's bare thigh, inching slowly upward. Her pussy was beginning to ache, and she squeezed her legs together, trying to get some traction on her misbehaving clitty; all the while, the android inched up, tickling her thigh.

Richard drove and glanced in the mirror, noticing the back seat was unusually quiet. He couldn't see much other than Robin's face; her eyes were open wide, and she was panting like an overheated puppy. Désirée's mouth fluttered near her ear, and the robot was clearly whispering something;

what was it saying,

Richard wondered. He turned slyly and glanced over his shoulder. The sedan swerved into the oncoming lane; thankfully, the road was empty. He wanted to see what was happening below the sightline; he could imagine things, but his imagination was not near enough. He wanted to hear what the robot was saying, what was whipping up Robin's libido. He focused on the road, gripping the wheel to avoid rubbing his cock head.