“Well, there’s one determined, impatient female waiting in the lounge definitely harboring plans along those lines. If you pass this opportunity up, who knows when you’ll get another chance to try out your new and improved sexual equipment?”
The loud groan and grimace on Denzel’s face was a warning sign. Chad backed off, knowing he had pushed his friend as far as he could. Any more pressure and Den would refuse to have anything to do with the female out of pure cussedness. “Hey, the choice is yours, man. Ten days of glorious fucking vs. a lifetime of wondering if you will ever have normal sex again…”
“I can feel you manipulating me, Chad.”
“Am not…”
“Are, too.”
“Not!
“Too.”
“Not.”
“Stop it! Just stop, Chad. This isn’t helping. What you’re trying to get me to do is wrong, on every level.”
“I know, damn it,” he admitted easily, never able to be anything but honest with the friend who knew him best. “What other alternative do we have? We have to keep our company’s reputation pristine. No bank will loan us enough to stay afloat if Harmon carries out her threat to go public on our no-delivery. Then, if the A.I.’s win their lawsuit against us, we’ll go bankrupt trying to pay the damages they’re asking without additional backing from the financial entities of our fair continent. Who the fuck imagined the damned machines would wake up and consider themselves sentient beings? And then sue us for selling them into slavery?”
“It’s kinda cool, when you think about it, though.” Denzel’s face took on a dopey expression, the geek in him rising to the surface. Chad thought he would gag. “After all, we created them… doesn’t that make us their fathers?”
“I can just see you thinking along those lines,” Aresti said dryly. “And maybe you’re right, but if so, it makes them some damned ungrateful children.”
The two friends stared at each other, at an impasse as to what to do.
A sharp rap on the office door had both men turning to stare as a blond wash of hair swung into view from behind the door. “Gentlehom Aresti, are you finished programming my M.A.N.?”
Aresti glanced over at his long-time friend. “Unit Denzel?”
After a prolonged silence that had his gut twisting in dread, his boyhood friend gave an almost imperceptible nod. His subdued demeanor disappeared, swallowed up by the wide smile he pasted on his face.
“Gentlefem, please come on in.” Chad swept the door wide, flinging his arm out in effusive welcome. “Before we finalize our arrangements, I need to give you some information regarding your unit. First, this is not an ordinary android. This Biotec A.I. entity’s programming is interactive as well as pro-active. You must make sure it has an adequate rest period and plenty of cellular fuel. Furthermore, if you wish this unit to act and react as a normal man, you need to voice command it from the beginning, coding in a safe-word that will return it to standard behavior.”
Marti nodded. “I think I understand.” Her eyes flicked over toward the handsome unit standing quietly at alert. “So if I want him to act out a… um… well, say a fantasy, I only have to give him the broad parameters and let him freewheel it from there?”
“Correct. Seeing how your focus seems to be fucking, I feel I should tell you that if you enact a rape fantasy, you’d better have that safe word handy. The unit will aggressively follow through until it hears the exact word coded into its memory banks. And make sure you tell it ahead of time not to gag you, or you might never get that word out.”
Marti’s eyes widened and she placed a hand over the vicinity of her heart, taking a couple deep breaths.
Denzel exchanged an admonishing, warning glance with his friend.
Chad bit back a tickled laugh, pleased as hell over the results of his teasing. The militaristic female’s earlier actions had upset and discomfited him. It felt good to regain some of his self-respect. She wasn’t so hard when it came right down to it. Bottom line, she was a female animal with an itch any male could scratch. He was just glad it wouldn’t be him scratching it!
“If my gentlefem is ready, we can depart.” With one last camouflaged glare, Denzel stepped up to Marti and extended his arm, elbow crooked. She quickly latched on, seeming to shrug off her uncertainty as soon as her hand established contact with the supple flesh of his forearm.
“You don’t have to speak to me so formally, Denzel. You can call me Marti in public. In seclusion, I wish you to call me ‘Lover’.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Not so fast, gentlefem Harmon. I need you to sign these release papers.” Aresti shuffled several formal tablets, arranging them in the order he wanted them signed. “You’ll also need to sign this affidavit stating you have received this model only as an interim replacement. This unit does not belong to you and you must return it in good working order. The unit is covered with living flesh and while it may act like it has free will, it will only be acting within the perimeters of its programming. There is to be no physical torture such as burning the flesh or excessive use of painful devices.”
Before her lips moved, her outraged expression told him all he needed to know. Her voice cold enough to freeze ice cubes, she growled, “I don’t roll like that, Aresti. I would never harm him.”
“The unit is not a ‘him,’ gentlefem. That’s the main reason I have to spell these limits out. We have had units returned to us too damaged to repair because the buyers reasoned they could inflict massive damage simply because their unit didn’t qualify as being ‘human.’ They did not consider them ‘real’.”
A slim hand stroked up and down the line of arm covered by the white overcoat before she bent over the desk and scribbled her famous signature. Straightening up, she exchanged a direct look with Aresti. “He’s real to me, and I give my parole to return him in like condition that I received him.”
“I will accept your parole, Colonel,” the director answered, ushering the soldier and his friend to the door. He opened the door and stood aside, allowing the couple to brush past him. At the last moment, using a bit of slight-of-hand legerdemain, he tucked a miniaturized communicator in Den’s lab coat pocket with a wordless reminder to keep him abreast of all eventualities.
“Gentlefem, I trust this unit will meet all your needs until we can complete our commitment to you. I will be in touch.”
“Don’t call us, lame-brain, we’ll call you.” A giddy smile brightened her face, softening her stern features. “I’m putting up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and it ain’t coming down until I’m bow-legged!”
Chapter Five
Marti watched her M.A.N. awkwardly fold his long, muscled body into her tiny personal flitter and quickly erased her smile at his irritated grunts.
“This thing is as small as a Volkswagen!” Finally getting his nonstandard length situated in the small space, he glanced up at her, eyebrows cocked, a questioning look on his dark, handsome face. “There’s barely room in here for me. Where do you plan on sitting?”
“In your lap,” she answered, casting an avid look at his bulging thighs. “Spread your knees a little…”
Carefully maneuvering one foot between his outstretched legs, she eased into the close quarters of her military-issue transport and down onto the hard contours of his manly thighs. She spread her legs on either side of his, feeling her pussy lips part. Her panties dampened as she wiggled into a more comfortable position.
The ridge of his long cock settled along the valley of her ass and she grew wetter as his shaft grew more rigid.
Swallowing thickly, she donned her headset and prepared to take off. Fingers flying over the controls, she nudged the microphone away with a practiced twist of her chin and murmured, “Are you happy to see me or is that a pool cue in your pocket?”
Placing his hands at her waist to stabilize her on his lap, Denzel rumbled, “The eight ball is in the corner pocket, if you would like to explore, Lover.”
“Oh, shit. You’ve just mad
e me soak my panties.” She laughed, a little embarrassed as she half twisted around to face her M.A.N., inadvertently pushing one of her breasts into the wall of his chest. “Figured I might as well fess up since you’re about to feel me…”
His right hand pushed under her gray tunic, his quick fingers undoing the stasis-tab at the waist of her fatigues to slide beneath the snug band of her service-issue undies.
“Oh, Matrix unwinding… what are you doing?” she gasped as a broad fingertip leisurely ran the length of her slippery folds before dipping between her swollen lips and rimming her tight opening.
“Lover, you said I was about to feel you. I am simply following your command.”
She squeezed her knees together, locking his hand between her thighs. “I meant… never mind, just… circle my clit lightly…”
His finger moved up and pressed against the small hooded bit of flesh, swept counter clockwise in her wet heat. She grabbed his wrist and he allowed her to halt his movement.
“Umm… not so hard… softer, slower… I’m so close I could come with just your finger touching me, but there’s no time right now. I’m waiting for clearance and have to concentrate when the traffic tower gives us permission to lift off.”
“Do you wish me to cease, Lover?”
“Hell, no, don’t you dare stop!”
“You find my touch enjoyable, then?”
Marti groaned and wiggled on his lap. “More than I can… oh, yeah…”
His finger moved again. Soft and slow, it slid down and in, gathering her slick moisture and bringing it back up to her clit, smearing her with her own natural lubricant until the throbbing bundle of pleasure nerves was slippery and slick.
“Flitter GMS-389, you are cleared for lift-off.”
“I’ve passed lift-off and headed for thruster ignition,” Marti moaned, grabbing Denzel’s hand and pressing down, halting its movements while she gathered enough scattered brain cells to respond. Suppressing a delicious shudder, she shouldered her microphone back to her lips.
“Loading alternate auto-pilot flight pattern now, tower.”
“Acknowledged and permitted. Clear skies and have a nice day, Colonel Harmon!”
“Ro-roger, traffic tower. Thanks for the clearance. Clear skies to you.”
Her unit tightened his hand at her hip and leaned close to whisper in her ear, “I love it when you talk military, Colonel-Lover.”
He accompanied his words with a slow, languid dip into her dripping sex, his finger pushing past the tight entrance into her channel. He felt thick and hard, stretching her with just the one digit, making her shake at the thought of what it would feel like to be impaled by the longer, thicker, harder length of his cock.
“And I know what will make our time more enjoyable for you.”
Licking her dry lips, she banked the flitter, rose above the late afternoon traffic, and settled into the flight pattern approved by traffic tower control. “What?”
He continued his finger’s gradual sinking into her small channel, pressing his thumb against the button of her clit at the same time. “You could, of course, order me at every step. I can be your two-armed, two-legged dildo. Or you can take advantage of my A.I. capabilities and allow me to pro-act with you.”
She swallowed, tracking the glide of his finger, her womb clenching as he surged farther and farther in. “And that would mean… what, exactly?”
His lips moved against her ear, his wet, warm tongue licked at her lobe and she squirmed, the movement causing his finger to slide another heated inch into her.
Damn, but his tongue felt so real, so… human.
“For one, it would allow me to initiate sexual activity with you. To speak as I am inwardly motivated, my own words, not the ones you place in my mouth. I could please you in ways you have never even thought of.”
“How easy would it be to take back control? What if I didn’t care for some of your words… or your actions?”
The unit’s hands and tongue ceased all movement. “You are always in control. You need only say my name, followed by a command or the code word you give me before you grant me freedom… of speech and action.”
“Let me think about it, roll it over in my mind a bit. I’ve made it a policy never to make any snap decisions except in battle. Meanwhile, put your tongue back in my ear and shift that finger around, Bub, while I take us to autopilot. I thought I could wait until we got home, but I’m almost climbing the walls. I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t come right now.”
Her unit’s chest rose and fell beneath her. She could have sworn she heard a smothered laugh, but when she twisted her head around to check his… its… face, the expression was one of bored politeness.
His features never shifted even when, in obedience to her orders, his finger surged deeper and his thumb repeatedly swiped her clit. Her heart fell at this evidence of his lack of humanity. He -- the unit was right. This way, all she had was a giant, animated dildo. She wanted, needed, emotional contact, even if it were make-believe.
“If I give you the freedom, will your facial expressions change as you fuck me?”
His finger stilled, then pumped into her twice and withdrew. “May I be allowed to give you a demonstration?”
Marti nodded. “Do it.”
His hand returned to her weeping pussy, two fingers parting her folds. “Not only will my face and body show expression, I will tell you how you make me feel, what your hot little cunt feels like as I fuck it with my fingers. How lush and vital your pert breasts look and how much I want to pluck your nipples and taste your rounded curves.”
Two fingers speared into her, sinking past her entrance, forcing the tight muscles to give way. He set up a powerful pumping action, fingers curling to touch that magic spot in the fore of her sex that had her hips lifting and her breath stalling in her chest.
“Oh, shit, that’s what I’m talking about!” she yelled, bouncing on his fingers as he shafted her with the stiff digits. “Do me! Fuck me! I wanna come hard!”
“Lift your tunic and put your arms around my neck,” the unit ordered, ramming his fingers as deep as they would go, bumping his knuckles against the opening of her body, his bent fingers scraping along the crease of her ass.
She fumbled with the cloth, yanking it roughly out of her way. If it had been anything but military-issue, it would have been in shreds by the time her desperate hands wrestled it away from her heaving breasts.
His left hand rose and cupped her breast, palm rotating against a straining nipple. It hardened further as he gripped it firmly, twisted and tugged with precise pressure, carefully staying on the pleasure side of pain. He switched breasts, giving the other one the same deliberate tweaking attention.
Tongue flicking in and out of her ear, licking the shallow groove, fingers pounding into her below, thumb and forefinger playing at her nipples, he drove her up and up.
“Do you have any idea how long my cock is?” he taunted her.
She shook her head, words escaping her as her pleasure rose with each touch, each movement of his hands upon her greedy body.
“I measured it recently. Standing tall, it is twenty-eight point three centimeters long and seventeen point two centimeters in circumference.”
Marti swallowed. “That’s… pretty long…”
“And thick, too,” he agreed. “It’s much thicker and longer than my two fingers. Do you think you can handle me, take my thick, hard penis into your tight little pussy?”
“I’ll die trying,” she promised thickly. She moaned, bucked against his hands, desperate for the completion he was driving her toward.
“The code word is virgin.” She blurted it out suddenly. “Do what you want until you hear the word ‘virgin.’ It’s not a word that’s likely to come up in casual conversation between us,” she panted, twisting to get his fingers just there, just where she needed them.
He chuckled darkly. “That’s what I like to hear, Lover. You won’t be sorry. Now, be a good girl and
come for me… hard!”
Digging his tongue deeper, he flicked it inside her aural cavity, tickling her, sending rivers of shivers shimmying down her twanging nerve endings as his fingers twisted and danced between her folds.
Marti snorted even as she convulsed helplessly, creaming his pistoning fingers. “I am not a woman known for her penchant to obey…”
“But since I asked so nicely, you’ll do as I say…” His fingers reached and stroked a spot high in her vagina, pressed against her ignition button.
She obediently let go and fell apart. Hips jerking up, pussy trying to swallow his thrusting fingers, she went boneless. Her head fell back and rested on his broad shoulder as her spine arched in ecstasy. Heat from the cauldron seething in her belly flashed up her body, frying the synapses along the way before detonating in her brain. Prickling sparks of energy flashed through her, tightening her womb and clenching every muscle in her body as she came hard, shuddering through a glorious cascade of blistering, lustful explosions that seemed to go on and on forever.
Chapter Six
Denzel gazed down at the limp form of Marti Harmon, feeling darn good. He’d never finger-fucked a woman into a faint before, and the experience left him with a high like nothing he’d ever encountered. His chest expanded on a heart-felt sigh as he examined his conquered prize. Godhead had to feel something like this -- damned fine.
The flitter flew on autopilot, unattended by its human occupants as Denzel cradled a dozing Marti on his lap, one strong hand curving her lax body to his, the other idly toying with a still-distended nipple. Her musky scent perfumed the close air around them, making his balls draw up with need.
His mouth watered for a deeper sampling of her fragrant pussy. He’d licked his fingers clean of her womanly fluid, finding her flavor an intriguing, cock-stirring mixture of sweet and tangy, much like the woman, herself. He wanted more… more of her taste, more of her.
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