At last she tapered, still marveling at how well Big Sam took his female through her orgasm. No mistakes there. At last she fell back, thoroughly fucked out for the moment. Big Sam continued to work on her, reaming in and out. Fortunately, she was desensitized for the moment and could think clearly for a short period.
"Energy. The governor!" she cried.
But how could that be? No one ever removed the governor from Big Sam. Yet the way he acted, using up his power source so he wouldn't flare out, would explain why he ignored voice commands.
It was no easy task, getting under his arm to pull the little port. Not while the lover robot kept at her. Once she got her fingers inside she knew what it was – she didn't have to look. The governor was gone! Completely gone. Some stupid assistant hadn't checked him before shipping.
She had to get away from him before he whipped up more fuck desire in her body. Once more she pressed his orgasm button, once more she took his rich flood and thrilled and started to get hot. Then came the magic few seconds when he finished his spurts but had not started plunging again.
She gathered all of her strength and jerked free of him, rolling out from under the robot, no easy matter considering his weight. Even with miniaturized circuits and featherweight sensors, he weighed two hundred pounds.
She dived for her boxes of spare parts, located in boxes in one corner of the room. She had to keep moving. Smiling Big Sam in his seductive cycle saw the naked woman as the way to keep expending energy so he followed her. Twice she had to dive away and lead him on a merry chase around the room before she could get back to his equipment boxes and find a spare governor. Then it had to be ripped from its stubborn package.
Before she achieved that she was back in the determined arms of her robot, hugging her and kissing her as his cock dug at her belly and he got ready to take her down for more pleasure right on the floor. Fortunately the hug position exposed the armpit port. She slapped the governor into place, felt it click and shouted, "Stop, Sam!"
He froze at once. Her ordeal, if that's what it was, was over. The excess energy now flowed harmlessly off his extremities so he was comfortable with his machine self.
She flopped on the bed, exhausted, the robot semen running out of her cunt. She'd certainly learned a few things in the field already. The governor system was no good. A small female alone with a large robot who had an energy problem must have an accessible 'disaster' button. On the other hand, a female who really wanted lots of action might prefer a robot in "heavy, manual" instead of the low energy levels where all the sex was supposed to take place up till now. She herself did not like aggressive men and might've built in the mistake of making Big Sam too tame. Nelson and the Board were really right about field testing the units.
She lay there, her cunt slightly aching from the heavy trip, but her whole body was glowing. Suddenly she laughed.
"I was fucked," she said aloud. "I was forced and used a little – and I liked it. I was blameless for all that hot action and got the benefit." For the first time she had an inkling as to why aggressive men were often successful with reluctant women…
Grace Dowling, Nancy's best friend at Vassar, was the first person that Nancy introduced to her robot. After Vassar, Grace had gone on to a degree in marketing and now held a job with a major New York firm in that field. Nancy, of course, had taken her advanced degree in engineering, so she hadn't seen Grace in a long time. Nevertheless, Grace was still the "ripe-redhead" that she remembered. She was a little more voluptuous now then she had been ten years ago, but still she had a bawdy twinkle in her eyes that made her a good bet to meet Big Sam.
She took Big Sam to Grace's expensive apartment near Central Park and spend the first half-hour admiring the elegance of her friend's living quarters. Both Grace and her husband earned big incomes and they'd splurged on this luxurious place with its revolving walls, floor-recessed furniture that could change any room into a bedroom, a sitting room, or a dining room, depending on which button you pushed and all of the other modern conveniences a luxury apartment could offer.
"Wait till you see the pool," Grace said. "That's our latest gadget and it's a mind-blower."
"Pool?"
Nancy looked around in surprise. They were in a huge living room, done in magnificent black and red with rotating pictures on the walls that presented everything from family album photos to old masters. Still it was an ordinary room with no sign of water.
"Wait till you see," said Grace. "Now, show me your surprise."
Nancy showed off Big Sam, dressed, and soon saw that Grace was bored.
"A handsome robot all right," said the redhead. "Still, Kodak has some fabulous machines around New York."
"How about this?" said Nancy. She made Big Sam undress.
Grace gave a slight gasp when the robot reached nudity. Proudly, Nancy marched up to him and pushed the small control that gave him an erection.
Grace stared, her eyes growing large. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.
"Oh, my dear. Just what I'd expect of our engineer-head Nancy, and a bunch of greedy and dirty-minded old men from a vulgar Chicago company. Do you really expect to sell this!"
"What's wrong?" asked Nancy.
"What's wrong my dear, is that poor addled you always did lack sensitivity. There was always something a little masculine about you, Nancy. Now it shows."
"I don't see."
"My dear, no woman would ever buy, or let hubby buy, a machine with a vulgar attachment like that. It's incredibly gross, no matter how handsome he is. You think the average woman would offer herself to a machine? Oh, maybe a few old maids."
Nancy felt a hot blush on her cheeks and a terrible fear in her heart. Grace Dowling was a master at marketing and she knew what would sell and what wouldn't.
"Of course, we'd be subtle about it," stammered the crestfallen Nancy. "We wouldn't exactly put him in a show window with a hard-on."
Grace began to laugh. "Might as well. While you're at it, you could hang a sign around his neck. 'Had a fuck lately?' That would be gross enough."
"Oh, Grace, you can't mean…"
"Honey," said Grace, "I do." She shook her head, controlling her laughter. "There's no way you can sell a robot with a prick jutting up. Or even a soft one. You'd be laughed out of the country."
"I can't believe…" Nancy felt that someone had hit her behind the head with a two by four. She was stunned.
"Believe it. You see, my dear, you always were a little calloused about love and sex. A true engineer. I'II bet you had a great time measuring and figuring out dimensions."
"Damn it, Grace, the country is ready for it. The penis detaches so the man of the house can wear it, and it helps…"
Grace went into further peals of laughter.
"Oh, Chicago," she yipped. "Dear, delicious Chicago. No, you might as well cut him up for salvage. A girl robot for bachelors… maybe. For women, no possibilty. A-C will be laughed out of the country. Women will not have sex with machines, no matter how great they do it. Now let me show you my swimming pool."
Nancy sat there, stunned and shattered, tears in her eyes, while the redhead began to press buttons. A catwalk descended from the ceiling, making a four-sided rectangle. Then energy rays shot down from the catwalk to make a huge box-like square, eight feet above the floor. Carpets retracted to show a shiny, hard-surfaced floor of some impenetrable material. Four nozzles rolled down from the ceiling and water began to roar from them. Inside of five minutes Nancy stared at a complete swimming pool right in the middle of the living room. It was eight feet deep with stairs going up to the catwalk which miraculously became a poolside surface, complete with pool furniture. In the last cycle, sun lamps appeared in the ceiling to shine down a mellow, yellow glow on the sparkling water.