Presently, he rose and paced, aware that his energy levels were too high to sit still. Beyond a certain point, that energy had to be dissipated, or he would flare out. His circuits demanded work.
What work?
Sex. That's the cycle he was set on. He scanned the room. There was a bed, with a woman in it. Sex.
He went over to the bed and looked down. The energy surged in him. The demand was to use up this threatening energy in sex with this woman, so he wouldn't flare out.
He pulled back the covers. She was nude. Good. She whined a little at having the covers pulled down, but her whine was not a command.
He eased onto the bed, moving carefull, as he was programmed to do around fragile females.
Gently, he turned her around and over and arranged her limbs as was necessary to get ready to use up the energy in sex.
"Wazzatt!"
Sleepy eyes peered at him and blanked out again. Her word was not a command. He sank down on her, her warm body releasing more energy as it was supposed to.
He found her cunt and gently jogged it with his fingers as he was supposed to do when the female did not command otherwise. She stirred, laughed, frowned, undulated her belly.
He brought his cock down between her legs, forced them open. He notched her cunt. He drove in.
"Sam!"
Nancy jerked awake to find her cunt hot and sticky and her robot on top of her trying to violate her. He already had two inches of cock inside of her.
"You're lovely."
"Stop, Sam!"
He could not stop. The energy flowed too rapidly now, and to stop would mean that he would flare out. A flare out in a delicate robot machine could cost hundreds of thousands of dollars in repairs, so he had an override on anything that blocked release and drove him towards a flare out.
He gripped this delightful female who could release his energy clog and fucked deeply into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Sam. You're fucking me!" cried the astonished Nancy.
She knew now, that something was radically wrong with her machine.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was not the greatest position in the world from which to do rational thinking. Nancy's robot rocked his prick in and out of her now, happily using up that overload of energy he had, his sensors activating all the sex reactors he had, sweat glands, deep breathing, flexing muscles, all the rest. A real male in passion could not have been more convincing.
"Sam, Sam… you're so hot!" complained Nancy. It was almost as if, having his sex with her interrupted that day in the robot lab, when Nelson came in to take over his prick, Big Sam was getting back at her. But she knew that wasn't true.
The robot's fervor told her there was something wrong with one of the machine parts.
"Sam. stop. You're g-g-going too hard!" cried Nancy.
Her vagina had really swelled and wetted for this vigorous ride. She would never let a real man ride her so hard. She felt deep belly thrills that threatened to sweep her away, and she didn't like to be swept away in sex. Yet for the moment until she figured out what was wrong, there was nothing she could do except take hot love from her own machine, twisting and tossing, moaning like a silly girl under the determined drive of that seemingly eager prick.
It was machine comfortable for Big Sam. If he could use up energy like this he could avoid flare out. His sensors became aware of Nancy's big breasts pressing his chest. He got his hands under her naked back and forced up her torso. His mouth closed on her hard nipples. He was built so that each sex act – kissing, sucking breasts, even caressing nude skin used up more of his energy. His attack on her breasts was most logical to him.
Nancy, the cool engineer, had always been a little ashamed of her luscious breasts. She wanted men to turn on to her mind, not her body, so she discouraged fondling of her beauties. She always told herself she wasn't breast sensitive.
Having the robot gobble and lick and suck on her nipples with such fervor was another matter. She couldn't stop him and she felt great streaks of weakness, of delight, of girlish heat and pleasure flash down her body.
"Oh, Sam, don't!" she wailed.
She was being raped by her own robot, a ridiculous proposition. Yet there was nothing ridiculous about the magnificent sex rushes that she had to feel suffusing her body. Her belly and her tits were positively on fire.
"You're taking me," she whimpered, temporarily dazed out of her thinking mind.
"Oh, I love you," he responded between caresses on her nipples.
She arched up, moaning. He was certainly going to bring her. Maybe the best thing to do was to let him fulfill his run and explode in her at which point he should automaticlly go still for a while.
She caught his drumming, naked buttocks, relishing the sexy feel of those flexing wonders. What fabulous loin action she'd given him. She felt down in his crack. She found his sphincter button and pressed it.
"Ah, Ho! Goiiing!" he sang.
His spurts shot heavily into her cunt, exciting her even more. She clearly felt the cock expand and shots of a body-hot load deep in her and she got that vulnerable, fucked feeling she feared so much.
"Oh, Sam," she cried.
Gung, gung, gung. He spent it off with powerful shots.
She was half way to orgasm herself now. Maybe it wasn't so bad – she had to have this robot sex some time. Still, it bothered her that she did not have control of him.
She waited for him to go still after his explosion. He did not. No sooner had he spent the last of his jism shots into her than he resumed his hot plunging.
"Sam!"
"I love it," he said.
"I know you love it, honey. But you – you're k-k-killing meeee!"
That wasn't quite true. She was getting thoroughly and honestly fucked like most females in the nation by their lovers, but she didn't want to play the submissive female.
This time he moved up to her mouth drawn by this new source of energy expending. She found herself taking hot French kisses with his tongue plunged into her mouth and, it seemed, halfway down her throat.
She just had to succumb. There was no way she could resist the hot action from Big Sam. Locked in his arms with those succulent kisses rained upon her and his wild prick digging in and out of her cunt, she was overwhelmed. How great her belly felt. Her cunt sang with rich pleasure and the good feelings crept throughout her body as she began to strain up and revel in that rush to orgasm.
"I… going to have… to do it," she cried in distress. Big Sam had her going as well as Nelson had the other day – and why not – it was that magic prick that did it!
"Ah, hoo, ah, ah, ah," she went as she climbed up the high hill to exquisite pleasure. She began to whimper as the plunging rod drove her right to orgasmic paralysis.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
There came that doubtful moment when one did not want to give up voluntary control of the body to the sublime feeling, then she galzed into her pre-orgasm freeze.
"Ahhhh, soooo gooood," she gasped.
She came up, hard to his loins, wanting the friction wounding of his prick at this point, grunting like a bitch animal and shivering to get off her womanhood. The robot took it.
Throb, throb, throb. Her belly began to convulse in sheer, sexy delight, making her pay off hot quakes of taken girlhood, squeezing on the thrusting rod.
"Oh, luscious," Big Sam said, trained to recognize female orgasm.
"Ah, he, uh, uh, uh," she went. She felt both proud that her invention was so sexy and shy to think she could be turned into a rutting animal just like any other female. There was no stopping that rich orgasm, the second such mind-blower that she'd had from this blade.
"Let it go. Enjoy," Big Sam encourage her.
"Oh, I am. I am," she squealed. It did feel so very great to throb off her hot desire in scorching pleasure against the powerful blade, and fulfill her animal self. Maybe she was going to run into a loving, orgasmic female through the good graces of her machine!