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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: When Prysm Matthews' Orgasmatron sex bot arrives, she never expected him to take over and show her exactly who's the boss in the machine/human relationship. It's perfect sex, but strangely, she finds herself wanting something more--something that's already afoot. She just doesn't know it.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2011 July
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Words: 6140
Reading time: 17-24 min.

Prysm Matthews rushed into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. This morning a large box had arrived just before she'd had to go out to run errands. Knowing what it was, she'd paused long enough to open it. Unfortunately, there hadn't been time to play with her new toy, the latest from Vibe-com, her very own Orgasmatron.

She'd been testing toys and writing reviews for the company for over a year now. Vibe-com paid in credits and she'd been saving hers for just the right buy. When the new Orgasmatron, Man Friday, came on the market, Prysm hadn't wasted any time. He was hers!

And there he was, standing right where she'd left him in the center of her living room. Slowly, she circled him. He was purported to be the perfect toy--lifelike, voice activated, programmed to follow her every command and deliver her desires.

She'd see about that. She'd been afraid to ask any man for what she really wanted, so getting the new Orgasmatron was the perfect option.

Geez, he was hot. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as her body vibrated with need, her pussy dampening as it prepared for him. She couldn't wait to sink her hands into the lush black hair crowning his head or to gaze into his eyes, which were closed right now. She knew they'd be blue. The toy was made in the image of Vibe-com's founder and CEO, Friday McCall.

"Narcissistic, isn't he?" she mused, examining the thick muscles barely hidden by a white T-shirt and jeans that appeared worn. Was the Man Friday's build true to the actual man?

She jumped as the bot's eyes popped open. Deep, alluring blue.

"How may I serve you?" he asked.

Serve? Um...? She whipped up the instruction book so she could give him the right command. A list of several options was conveniently located on page two.

"Option Two," she told him, following the script provided for the best bot recognition. "BDSM."

"Very good," he replied. "Safe word?"

She quickly flipped the page for the section on Option Two. "Bed."

"I'm sorry. Invalid option. Please choose something unrelated to sexual activity."

Hmm, right...okay...

She looked around the room. "Apple," she amended, spying a bowl of fruit on the counter.

"Thank you. Your safe word is apple. Name, please."

"Prysm," she told it...him...the, uh, bot.

"Prysm," he repeated with an added growl to his voice. "Remove your clothes. Now."

She blinked at Friday--her Friday bot, anyway.

"Now, Prysm," he repeated, those life-like eyes probing hers.

She swallowed, hoping this wouldn't be too much for her. Well, what the hell. She had her safe word, and the bots were programmed to recognize the orgasm and slowly downgrade until reaching the off position. Time to try out her new toy!

Quickly, she tugged off her shirt while she kicked off her sandals. She shimmied out of jeans.

"Everything," Friday commanded when she straightened in just her panties and bra.

Oh, they'd done a great job with programming. The gravel in his demanding voice sounded like harsh desire, and they must have developed some sort of skin recognition software.

A shiver went through her as he reached out and grasped her arm. "Take off all your clothing."

He was just like a real man. There were even slight calluses on his fingertips. This toy was getting an A-plus review so far.

Friday released her as she reached for the closure of her bra. He watched her closely as she skimmed off her panties then stood naked before him.

Turning, he took two steps to the couch then turned again and sat. The movement was slightly clumsy, but she forgot that as he beckoned her forward.

"Kneel before me," he said. "Open my pants and suck my cock. Now, slave."

A shiver worked through her, and she fell to her knees. This was the best investment she'd ever made! His jeans opened easily, and she found that the designers hadn't made Friday with underwear--perfectly fine with her. She didn't want to mess with that anyway. He was also hairless. Interesting but not shocking.

His fingers drove into her hair as she leaned over him. Nice. Geez, this was good. Opening her mouth, she sucked in the wide girth of his cock, loving the life-like texture of the bot's cyber-skin. To her surprise, he tasted...minty. Experimenting, she sucked harder and was rewarded with a moan. His fingers tightened, and his hips jerked.

"Enough. Stop," he rasped before she'd barely gotten started. A slight flaw. The bot moved fast. To her surprise, he dragged her over his lap. "You're trying to make me come before I can fuck you," he accused. "That won't make me forget your punishment."

Punishment?

His hand clapped down on her bare ass, sending flames spiking through her. She squirmed, but his free arm clamped on her, holding her in place. Panic shot through her. She was trapped in the grasp of her sex toy while he spanked her ass like a...a...machine. The more that wide palm smacked onto her behind, the more heat flooded her.

"Stop," she begged."Stop! I'll be good."

Her pussy was starting to quiver as the fire traveled from her ass into her damp cunt. Hell, she was going to come from this spanking, and it felt so damn good.

Her fingers fisted on a throw-pillow that had fallen to the floor as she let the sensations take her. Her orgasm built in her womb, threatening to explode with each stroke of his hand.

"You're a bad, naughty girl," Friday grated. "You won't sit until next week."

Probably not, but she was far from complaining as she screamed, release slamming over her. The bot took her to the carpet, his hands manacling her wrists over her head as his cock unerringly found her opening. He pushed inside while she thrashed and tried to free her wrists.

"You like me in your pussy," he growled.

Yeah, she did.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she begged, hoping he knew the voice command. His hips surged forward, and her reddened ass skidded on the rug. She moaned, pushing up into his powerful thrusts. "Yes, Friday," she screamed. "Yes!"

"Take me, Prysm," he rasped. His rhythm changed, and he knelt up, dragging her with him. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her for his drives.

"Yes," she screamed as her climax clawed over her. Reaction ricocheted to her extremities, scalding her with the fire he'd ignited. His pelvis rubbed into her making circles as her orgasm kept on. By slow increments, his pace decreased until finally, he released her.

As she collapsed to the floor, he stood. His eyes closed, and the Orgasmatron shut down.