As she reached the peak of her gorgeous cunt squeezes, she managed to reach into Sam's crack and press his come button. At once the fast action stopped, he strained up in a trembling freeze and delivered hot chunks and darts of body-hot male flame into her cunt, just as she slobbered, slurped, gasped and grunted into her own orgasmic splendor. In those few seconds, she realized what it meant to be fully alive for the first time in her life. Then her body revolted, she tapered and with muscles aching, she expired on top of the stilled robot.
"Love it, oh, love it!" she sighed happily.
She had sweated so hard, her body was slippery on top of his. For gorgeous moments she rested on top of her conquest, or was she his? She glowed as she floated in post-orgasmic pleasure in the cream, feeling of total sexual fulfillment. She was right. People had laid a hard trip on her, so until today she never really knew what total sex could be like. Bless Cord Bannister and Nelson for opening this majestic new vista for her!
She dozed for perhaps twenty minutes on top of the machine and then reluctantly got up and restored him to his place and set him on LOW. She dressed and left the lab feeling like a new woman. She was hungry and it was time for lunch…
Cord Bannister and Nancy Lyons glared at each other as they waited for the end of the Board meeting in an anteroom of the Conference Center. So far neither had been called, and it didn't look like they would be.
"If A-C puts all its money behind your robots, the company will be broke inside of two years," said Cord. "People won't accept machine sex."
"They'll make a fortune. People are always trying to turn themselves into machines, or imitate machines. They set up rituals and try for high performance just like machines. People build machines to learn from them and increase their power. Then, they build better machines which teach them better things, and so on. Why not to improve sex?"
"The moralists will stop it."
"How many moralists are left in the 1990's?" she answered. "As long as we don't flaunt the sex function of our robots, nobody will stop it."
"I won't go to bed with a machine," said Cord.
"People go to bed every night with less than a machine, and love it."
Cord grunted, and turned away. This dumb, half-assed girl engineer was impossible. Give her her good looks, there wasn't much else.
"What people won't do," said Nancy evenly, "is dress up in your quaint, little plastic skins and go poking and prodding into each other."
"You'd be surprised what a Smart Suit can do sexually."
"I'd never dress up in clear plastic to go to bed with my lover."
"You would if it doubled your orgasmic pleasure."
She shrugged. "A few nuts would rather wear your suit and turn themselves into walking human robots than buy machines. The big production dollars will go to my robots."
She did have a way of getting under a man's skin. Cord's face flushed. He had a desire to smash her in her pretty face.
"After you fail, my suits will save the firm."
They were saved further agony by the appearance of Nelson Harper, hot from the meeting. He had a big grin on his face. Both of them jumped up to hear the news.
"We've got it!" He waved a paper at them. "You won't have to appear. They're sold. Production starts as soon as we can tool up. That means January."
"For robots?" asked Nancy.
"For suits?" asked Cord.
"For both, equally," he said. "There was a fierce debate. It turns out that some thought the robots are a hedge for the SS and others thought the SS is a safety factor against the robot failure. The funds are split down the middle, BUT…"
He stopped dramatically, and they both hung on his next words.
"… it was decided that the final allocation of funds depends on the field tests on both the robots and the suits, to be held at once. I mean FAST! Both of you have to go out in the field between now and the holidays and bring back solid evidence of acceptance. Based on that, the final decision will be made at the December Board meeting."
"So the funds are NOT equal," moaned Cord.
"Everything is equal until December," insisted Nelson. "The field tests are the final hurdle."
They both started to argue with him, but he cut them off.
"Field tests… and fast, my friends. I suggest that you start to pack this afternoon. Nancy you had best head east where there are heavier robot communities. Cord, you should go west where the robot idea hasn't caught on so much. You'll have money, assistants if you need them. Just get going and send me plenty of reports, and fast…"
Nancy Lyons stood at the window of her motel room in New York City and stared down at the clutter of traffic on the streets below. The colorful profusion of Skimmers, people and robots, awed her. Chicago was city enough. New York was the impossible metropolis. It roared night and day. With almost a million robots added to the heavy human population, it was crammed and jammed to the limit; alive night and day. Even through the sturdy glass picture windows she could hear the constant thunder of robot and human activity. She was almost afraid to expose her jewel, Big Sam, to this brawling, fast-living, hard-driving whirlwind of a city. Robot economics had certainly put the zing back into America's sagging lifestyles of prior decades. Everybody wanted to own one, or a piece of one, or trade up to a better one. More and more jobs were being turned over to robot workers as the machines were refined.
When the sex factor was added, it would be an incredible world, she decided. People would go absolutely insane for a while. In New York City alone, A-C could make back all the prototype costs in just a few months once Big Sam appeared on the scene.
But, the field tests must be perfect. Back in Chicago, everything had been confusion from the time of that meeting. She had jammed Big Sam into a transport box and then spent agonized days and nights arranging for the parts to be taken, the people to be contacted, the criteria to be used, the secrecy to be maintained.
It finally worked out that she went on ahead with Big Sam and his parts. She'd start tomorrow with three trusted friends from her school days at Vassar, all of whom were in New York. They were all sophisticated females who would not be afraid of intimacy with a robot, and who would keep their mouths shut. Her crew would arrive in a week or less with the girl robot, and a list of projects her assistants were setting up for her in Chicago, for New York. Even so, they would have to work like… well, like robots to get the necessary one hundred tests by the December meeting.
"Well, Sam," she said to the quiet, tall man who shared the motel room with her. "We had better get lots of rest tonight. The rat race starts tomorrow."
"Whatever you say, Nancy," came the polite reply.
She laughed and patted his cheek. "Robots would make great husbands, forgetting all the other things they could do."
"Undress," she ordered Sam.
She loved to watch the big, handsome, masculine body as it was exposed when he stripped. It was sexy too. She grinned when he was entirely nude and showed her a magnificent hard-on. When they'd rushed him into the packing crate, they must've left him in the sex cycle.
She ordered him to sit by the window and take a few pictures with his eyes which were also camera lenses. It wouldn't hurt to have a few colorful night time shots of New York for her personal album after the trip.
Then she undressed herself and piled into bed. So much done, so much to do! She yawned happily and turned herself over to a welcome, tension-relaxing sleep. Life was absolutely fabulous.
The nude robot sat quite still for perhaps a half an hour. The power in his circuits kept building. Without the governor, the energy build up was much greater than when the little device was on.