Desiree Femme Ch. 01-03

DÉSIRÉE FEMME

1

FORTY MILLION DOLLARS GOES A LONG WAY

The clock governing Richard Booker's life also tortured him with an unending litany of boredom. The current project was behind schedule, and he routinely pushed his workday past quitting time until the American Robotics building was locked down and he had to leave for the night. It was close to nine o'clock, and Richard knew there would be an argument when he returned home, but what could he do; when he was on a streak, he had to bet the streak. Flashes of brilliance came too seldom the older he got, and tonight he was on to something. Despite the fact the computer was not exactly cooperating, Richard sat at the monitor, trying to force the code down the throat of the synthetic model that lay on the slab behind him. If only... if only I could get this bitch to work, he lamented to himself. He had lately been referring to the unit as bitch rather than a synthetic sex bot. Richard knew the operating system was powerful enough to handle coding this complex and did his best to ignore the lateness of the hour and force-fed the data into the mainframe.

American Robotics had hired him out of MIT and routinely used him for the more quirky projects. He was knee-deep in the daunting job of creating an android that could feel physical sensations and, up to now, had failed miserably. He knew the system

would never handle the programming download before he began, but a job was a job. He doggedly sat at the mainframe, tenaciously trying to create something that had never been attempted, much less accomplished. The actual chassis wasn't the problem; he got that right. His brilliant and beautiful assistant, Robin Connolly, had seen to that right down to the female body parts; as they say, the devil is in the details.

The body of the synthetic woman was perfect, better than perfect, even to the toenails and clitoris. Building the model was never a problem as long as Robin was on the team. The android's features weren't a problem either; the glitch lay in the add-ons. The robot could change its body configuration and function based on the requirements of the situation... up to a point. The body parts, hair color, and processing algorithms were programmed to evolve based on the partner's responses.

The body of the synth lay on the lab table, connected to the mainframe. The cables connecting it to the computer reminded Richard of I-V lines in a hospital, making him feel like a doctor. He wasn't wrong to think of himself as such; Richard earned a computer design doctorate at Stamford. His assistant, Robin, picked up the slack on the omissions in his training. The woman was the most technically savvy robotics expert he'd ever met. She was also great at anatomy design, specializing in females, being an out-of-the-closet lesbian, and cutting her teeth at CIVI Ltd in the upper body prosthetics department. Richard considered her a find and reached out immediately after he met the technician at the New Age Robotics symposium in Los Angeles three years ago.

The CEO of American Robotics, Brian Farley, had sent him there to see the latest industry innovations in robotics. The conference was mainly about prosthetic limbs and the newly emerging bio-chip interface technology. American Robotics had no interest in forcing its way into the nitch of the prosthetic limb business. The big players monopolized that field too well, and CIVI

Ltd was among the most prominent developers. Brian Farley had one thing on his mind: the development of a saleable sex bot.

Brian was the CEO and sole owner of the Westchester-based corporation, and the fact that the porn industry was the first model to make a profit off the internet back in the nineties was not lost on him. This newest scheme, coupled with the fact that he was filthy rich from inherited old New York market money associated with his hardcore internet porn addiction, made perfect sense to him. Despite his wealth, Brian's five foot-four inch stature and portly body were usually a strike out with women; his hygiene wasn't the greatest either. The only dates he succeeded with were when he was being chauffeured around in the back of his limo and getting blow jobs from paid escorts, and these encounters left him feeling unfinished and more like a rube than a stud. When the concept of a robotic masturbation device came across his desk, it seemed like a no-brainer. The units currently on the market were woefully deficient and more off-putting than arousing. They all looked like plastic inflatable dolls and were just sad and silly. How hard could building a better model be, he thought to himself. The key was finding the right man to do the job. Brian would find out that there was many a slip twixt the cup and the lip in the wanting and the getting, especially in robotic design.

Richard sat at his computer station, trying to find a better way to complete an almost impossible task. He knew what he wanted to do: build a woman with a knockout chassis and then give her physical and sensory responses, and, if he could, throw in a bit of cutting-edge AI; it would be so much the better. Richard had worked in the isolated lab in the basement of American Robotics and had been connected to the world of robotics for close to twenty years. His boss kept him around despite the considerable salary; finding a techy that lived on the AI cutting edge was challenging. Richard believed that making a physical female replica was one thing, but embedding active sensory abilities into the unit was another, and his

progress was as slow going as it was costly. Richerd repeatedly ran up against the same wall; it was too much data to cram into the system. The new Phosphorus Instant Storage System drive, which could store a virtually unlimited amount of data in a relatively small unit, would handle the sheer volume of bytes. It made the HPE CRAY Frontier TOP 500 with the 1102 Petaflop chassis look like a grade school iPad. Still, the problem of loading the unit was a wall over which he could not climb. Each time he tried to load the system, the coding scrambled, and what came out was gibberish, causing a system crash.

Richard stared at the schematic of the new system. He believed the revolutionary drive could eventually work... he would routinely lament to himself, if only. If only I could program it; if only I understood how it worked. He was not technically a programmer; That is where his assistant came in handy.

The new system was a massive leap of faith for Brian to take. The forty million dollars of startup funding wasn't the issue. Money was what Brian had; it was time that he lacked, and it was an unforgiving master. Brian's constant badgering of Richard forced the Doctor's hand to use the untried system. It was after nine as he hunched over the keyboard, trying to work the new coding string his assistant Robin had created.

He remembered her comment when she plugged in the program, "Maybe we need to think outside the box." He snickered, wondering if she was thinking outside her box. Richard was a dyed-in-the-wool misogynist in the habit of sneaking glimpses of her rear and boobs, but that was as far as he could take it.

Richard glanced at the clock; it was late. He wondered if Kelly would still be awake and couldn't remember the last time he had sex with her. He thought about supper; she never cooked for him anymore; she never did anything for him these days. Maybe Louie's Diner was still serving.

2

GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME

"Richard," Robin's tone was sharp. She reserved the tone whenever she wanted her boss's full attention. She edged him off the chair and sat at the console. "I've got this; I've developed a new fazed protocol. Maybe we don't have to load everything on the first go-around."

"Explain..." She had her boss's interest.

"I'm saying we should just program in the base functions and let the model learn as it goes." She didn't bother to explain that the android could reprogram itself and upgrade its capabilities. She began to furiously type. It would amount to the difference between complete coding and a learning algorithm that would adjust its own database.

Richard was lost in the sauce of the commands as his assistant typed at a blistering pace. The theory sounded good at first blush; it was a résumé item that Robin Connolly was a top-notch robotics designer, having made it through the grueling MIT doctoral program Summa cum laude. After graduation, the woman cut her teeth in the Florida amusement parks. From there, it was three years in the R&D department at CIVI Ltd, which was more of a practical education in the logistics of robot building. He wasn't aware that she was this good a programmer, and he stared at the lines of code as they flashed across the screen, thinking, Jesus, she's fast!

Richard watched for the morning and into the afternoon. He peered over Robin's shoulder; not a word was spoken as page after page of the program took shape. Richard was close enough to inhale

her scent, and his thoughts wandered to his reoccurring fantasy of throwing the woman onto a bed and tearing her clothes off; she was definitely fuckable. If it wasn't for the fact that she only dated women, he would have already made a pass at her. He thought about his wife Kelly, who couldn't compare to his sexy young assistant. Kelly was great in the looks department; that was never the problem; it was her attitude toward sex, in general, that rubbed him the wrong way. She acted as if sexual relations were not a part of her makeup, and it left Richard lonely and constantly horney.

Robin had been at it for nine hours and pushed herself back from the console, "That's enough for today. I'll do more tomorrow."

More tomorrow? Richard wondered how long this would take until a bench test could be run. He innocuously stared at Robin's ass as she stood up and stretched. It was a depressing realization having to work next to this hottie and then go home to his cold fish of a wife, but, as his father used to say, you have to play the hand you're dealt. He locked up the lab, thinking how badly he needed to get laid.

The programming went on in much the same fashion for the remainder of the week, and the conversation between them was minimal as Robin sat before the mainframe in some weird Zen state. He'd never seen anyone focus as intently for this length of time. Maybe she was on the spectrum, and he wondered how autistic girls were in the sack.

On the ninth day, Richard answered the phone to a ranting Brian Farley.

"I've spent a lot of money on this project, Booker! Forty fucking million!" Richard didn't need to be reminded. "The least you could do is give me some update!" His tone was clipped, suggesting that if Richard couldn't get the job done, he would find someone who could.

"We're close, Brian. Very close." He didn't know if that was true as Robin sat at the mainframe console typing, but what else could he say? "We are finishing up the programming now."

"You God damn well better be." Brian was irate, and his tone left Richard with a lousy cocktail of fear and irritation.

"We're good. We'll have something to show you soon." He tried to sound confident, but the truth was that he had no idea what his assistant was up to.

"You better; I can't wait forever." Brian had sold the concept to three other investors who were no strangers to backing the porn industry, but this was a venture of a different magnitude. A sexual surrogate android was outright legitimate prostitution, and to sweeten the deal, American Robotics would hold all the patents. Visions of unlimited hot sex and billions of dollars danced in his head. Brian felt the time to pressure Richard had come.

"Ah, Robin," Richard meekly asked as if afraid to disturb her. Do you think you might be finished soon?" He didn't want to upset the assistant, who not only knew more than he but was obviously in charge.

"I'll be finished tomorrow. Then we can run a test." That wasn't entirely true. Robin had completed the base algorithms a day ago. She was fine-tuning the programming to include something she had stumbled on in the hard coding; simulated emotional responses. If this worked, that would kickstart the creature that lay naked on the lab table. The Nano sensors embedded into the android's mechanics would be useless to her if the machine could feel emotions but not sensations from its physical body. It would be equally bad if it went the other way around. Robin believed that emotions were at the basis of eroticism. Her relationship with Lisa convinced her of that. Robin had done a superlative job in the mechanical design; it was a little too good, but she would find this out when the android's CPU was powered up, which would be later that night after Richard went home.

"Richard, you can knock off for the day. I'll lock up." Robin said as nonchalantly as she was able. She couldn't wait to fire the robot up, which, she knew, had to be done alone. There was no telling how her programming would manifest itself.

Robin thought about the base algorithms she embedded in the android's matrix. The creature was gorgeous beyond description and sported the most life-like mainframe Robin had ever seen. Everything about it was perfect, and Robin wanted to touch it, feel it up, and see just how good a job she'd done. The programming dictated that the android would be bi-sexual; given Robin's lesbian proclivity, that was a no-brainer. It was the emotional responses that piqued her interest. How hedonistic could a robot be? That was indeed the question.

"Are you sure? You don't mind?" Richard was unsure he wanted to leave the woman alone in the lab, but what could he say?

"I just have to finish a bit of coding, and it's complex. It might be better if I were alone." Richard nodded and left the lab. Robin followed him through the lab, locking the door behind him. She turned off the front lights, thinking, yes, it would definitely be better to be alone.

Richard believed that where programming was concerned, Good things take time.

3

SNEEK PEEK

Robin didn't know, couldn't know how her life would change with a simple keystroke. She hadn't had sex with anyone for months, and the breakup with her partner, Lisa Snyder, weighed heavily on her. Hey, I have needs too, she thought as she typed in the command codes, and the android opened her eyes.

"Do you know your name?" Robin asked, staring down into the cerulean, blue eyes. The sexbot was completely bald. The design enabled the android to grow any color or length of hair in a few hours, but Robin found the smooth scalp sexy. She knew the android wouldn't stay that way.

"The name you have given me is Désirée." Robin had to admit she had come up with a great name and wondered if Richard would call it by name.

"Do you know me?" Robin was curious; she hadn't told Désirée her name.

"You are Robin Connolly, and you are very beautiful." The answer made her blush. The robot's programming put her one step ahead of the humans it interfaced with, and it was aware that desire was linked heavily to self-esteem.

"Yes, that is my name. Do you know why I created you?" This was the first phase of the test: sentience. Was Désirée aware of herself, and could she act autonomously?

"You created me to satisfy my partners sexually." Robin's pussy spasmed at the blatant honesty of the answer.

"Would that include both male and female partners?" The android's answer shocked Robin and answered many of her questions before they were asked.

Désirée sat up on the worktable and reached for Robin. Her kiss was gentle, and Robin could sense the warmth in her lips; yes, she had done a great job in the design. Désirée swung her naked legs off the table and spread them, drawing the assistant to her. At that quintessential moment, Désirée placed her hand on Robin's breast, and the technician emitted a deep sigh. It had been months since anyone had touched her. The android's tongue probed her mouth, almost slithering into her throat. Robin could feel her pussy begin to moisten, and she thrust her mound toward the android. This would be the ultimate Turing test; what better way to determine if she'd done her job.

Robin was close to losing control as she grazed her fingers across the android's nipple. Désirée emitted a deep gasp and shuddered; was this another test? It seemed so, and Robin kissed her back, pinching Désirée's nipple as the android breathed into her mouth.

Richard sat in his car for a long while. He didn't want to go home; what would be the point. He had reservations about leaving Robin alone with a project representing millions of dollars, so he sat there ruminating. He thought he might go back in and help Robin lock up.

Richard was unusually quiet as he unlocked the door and slipped into the darkened front office, no more than a shadow. He didn't want to startle his assistant. The lab room was visible as Richard stood in the shadows, staring at the two women. He was surprised and yet not surprised as he watched the pair kiss.

Robin's clothes lay in a heap, and the android picked her up and placed her on the worktable, with less effort than it would take to pick up a cat, as it began to rub her pussy.

"Oooh, Désirée, that feels so good." She said between pants. Richard was transfixed as he watched the couple. Richard picked up on the name immediately. So, her name is Désirée; well then, Désirée it is. It was a good name.

Robin lay back on the table, and Richard watched as the android climbed on top of his assistant and straddled her in a sixty-nine. Désirée wasn't finished by a long shot and slipped two fingers into Robin's wet, ginger-haired coochie folds. All the while, the robot's thumb traced circles around her swollen love button. Robin emitted a noise that sounded more like a kitten meowing and jammed her hips upward, forcing more of the fingers into her slit. "Oh, fucking God!"

Richard could see that Désirée had wedged her two fingers into Robin's hole to the knuckles and worked them in and out. He felt his cock harden and uncoil like a garden hose when the water was turned on. Richard couldn't remember a time when he'd been more aroused. He felt a thin stream of pre-cum dribble down his leg, wetting his trousers. He wondered if Désirée would suck him off and if she would swallow his baby seeds. In five years of marriage, Kelly wouldn't do it despite his pleading. He watched the scene play out.

"Oh, Robin, I want to taste your quim." Richard witnessed the first live lesbian cunt lapping in his life, and he could feel the oil slick of his jism rise dangerously close to the surface. He hadn't touched his fuck pole, and it strained against his sodden trouser leg.

"Désirée, do it, please," Robin begged, arching off the table, desperate to mash her mons into the android's face.

"Is this what you want, Robin?" The android teased, climbing on the technician and straddling her.

Richard watched Désirée slither her tongue down across his assistant's tits and wondered if it was learning yet. Robin groaned; apparently, his assistant was as close to popping her nut as he was. What Désirée did next gave him new respect for Robin Connolly's design capabilities.

Désirée bent down, gently kissing Robin's outer cunt lips, and seemed to take her time. Désirée moaned as she licked her pussy pout. The android's tongue licked all around her ginger-haired slit, and Robin was panting and writhing, wanting more. She wasn't alone as Richard felt the pre-cum seep from his wang, leaving a six-inch runnel down his right pant leg like morning dew. He stared at the lurid scene, wondering how much more he could take. What transpired next amazed Robin and Richard simultaneously. Désirée's tongue, which seemed normal at first, began to slither out and into the woman's pussy. Richard estimated it was over six inches long, and he knew Désirée wasn't through. The tongue was growing in thickness and length, and Robin's breaths came in staccato gulps. Richard desperately wanted to take his cock out and stroke it to the biggest orgasm of his life but dared not make a sound.

"Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Make me cum; please. I need it so bad!" Robin chanted as the android's insane flesh knife stabbed her red-haired whisker biscuit repeatedly. Richard couldn't believe his ears; his usually reserved techie was teetering on the verge of spewing a massive cum geyser, and he wasn't far behind.

Désirée clamped her mouth down, sealing the hole as the appendage wormed in deeper, flicking against the inner cunt walls like an eel with palsy. Her lips fastened around Robin's twat, and the technician could feel her cunt lips swell and distend to an unfathomable size as the robot increased the suction. The design of the android was unique in that its only function was to give sexual pleasure, and even Robin didn't know the limits of this new programming. The mini electrode in the tip of Désirée's tongue was an afterthought. During the building of the bot, Robin wondered if it had been a mistake. When the tongue began to vibrate in staccato bursts, Robin teetered on the edge of a mind-shattering cum. It was the electroshocks aimed directly into her Gräfenberg spot that pushed her over the edge and close to madness.

Richard watched, transfixed, as his assistant arched her back off the worktable, pressing her cunt into Désirée's suction-pumping mouth. His usually reserved assistant was screaming, and Richard wondered if it could be heard outside.

"I'm a, I'm a, I'm a... I'm going to cum. Oh, Fuck me!" That last shriek triggered two things. Robin's pumped-up cunt began to spray her ejaculate out like a ruptured plumbing pipe over Désirée's face and head. At that exact moment, Richard's cock let loose a boiling load of jism after not being touched. The cum shot all the way down to his sock, and he slumped against the wall as five years of denial spurted up from his balls and out of his cock-slit, in string after string of pearls.

Richard stood there with a pant leg full of cum and peered at the lurid scene. He heard the android say as it forced its quim down, straddling Robin's face, "Eat my pussy now, Red!" The nickname thrilled Robin, and she attacked the synth cunt.

Richard was amazed at the bulge in his trouser leg; his soldier hadn't relaxed and stood at attention as he watched Désirée smear her synthetic cunny cream over Robin's mouth.

"Eat me, Red! Lick my clit! Bite it; chew on it!" The android demanded, mashing her mound down. Robin could barely breathe and felt her girl-cum continue to dribble from her slit. She stared up into the first robotic asshole she'd ever seen... from that angle. Oh sure, she designed the body, which was anatomically correct, but she never looked at it quite this way. What the android said next startled Robin and made her cunt begin to churn again.

"Come on, Red; eat my asshole. Fuck my ass with your tongue!" Robin didn't need to be told twice and forced her tongue past the robot's mechanical sphincter. She was no stranger to lesbian anal play, which is why her relationship with Lisa lasted as long as it did; underneath it all, Robin Connolly was an ass-licker extraordinaire!

Richard stood in the shadows of the front office. He was beyond help, and there was no going back now as he quietly unzipped his fly. His cock felt as heavy as a two-pound pork loin in his hand, and he scooped three fingers of cum from his leg and smeared the sperm sauce around his cockhead as he watched the lovers suck each other's holes. He had just unleashed the most massive load of his life, and Willy hadn't softened even a little; he needed to shoot his wad again. He stood in the shadows, immobilized, as he peeped at the perverted scene and frantically pulled on his joint. He wasn't gentle and yanked his strap with less sensitivity than an airport baggage handler.

The dialogue spewed from the lewd women's mouths, no more than ten feet away, and spurred his vicious pecker assault onward as he felt the cum rise for a second time.

"Put your fingers in my cunt, Red." Désirée urged, and that was all the impetus Robin needed. She folded her face into the robot's ass cheeks and forced her tongue into the forbidden persimmon as far as it could go as she wormed three fingers into Désirée's puge.

"That's right; put them in; put all of them in." Désirée's slutty talk had taken a turn into a dark alley and were no longer requests; they were commands; both Robin and Richard knew this. Richard watched as his assistant twisted four fingers into the robot's cunt. "Oh dear, Red; more. Keep going; give me everything; shove your fist in my cunt!"

Richard was shocked at the android's commands. Yes, the job was to embed emotions and physical sensitivity into the programming, but this was different. Désirée was on the verge of a full-blown synth freakout as Richard brutalized his dick, his fist pounding his balls. He was close, so close; he had never cum twice in a row like this, and he knew this next load was going to be a whopper of a splooge.

"More, more," Désirée pleaded, sounding almost desperate. "Shove your fist in! Do it now!" Something was coming, and it was going to be big, and all three of them knew it.

Robin was beyond something as simple as sanity as Désirée chewed and hummed on her clit. The nub felt twice its normal size as Désirée's serpent tongue flicked it back and forth like a palooka bag. The assistant didn't know if she could withstand another cum like the one that had wrecked her. This wasn't sex; it was more, and she rode the buildup of pleasure, hoping it wouldn't be her undoing.

Désirée knelt over Robin and fucked back on her fist like a jackhammer. Robin gave a last determined shove, and her hand, thumb, and all disappeared into the android's fuck hole halfway up her forearm. Désirée threw her head back as if coming up for air and howled, "Yes! Fuck!" This was too much for poor Richard to withstand, and he shot his cum blast three feet into the wall.

The two conspirators grunted and panted as they neared the inevitable explosion. On a very minimal level, Richard remembered how Robin walked him through the tactile responses of the android and explained the extent to which the android's body could experience pleasure. The nano sensors were new in the respect that any tactile sensations were transmitted to the bot's CPU. Robin didn't tell her boss that she doubled the number of hair triggers in the droid's asshole. That would be her little secret.

If he had doubts about Désirée's physical sensitivity before, there were none now. The women: Richard now began to think of the android as such, were locked in the final rodeo of mutual cunt clobbering and were not to be denied. Richard's cock felt raw as if his hand was covered with sandpaper. Despite the inflammation, it stood at attention, saluting defiantly. He'd never cum twice before, but three times was unthinkable. He gave a shrug to the darkened room and stepped into the lab. Hey, three could play at this game.

Robin was unaware that Richard had entered the lab; the stimulation to her distended clit crowded everything else out to her

fringe, and all she could think about was more. That didn't mean that Désirée was not on the job, and she turned toward the man and spat, "Richard, give me your cock."

The last time Richard got a blow job was back in college, and the memory, although distant, resurfaced as he stood in front of the sex machine.

Désirée reached out and gently took hold of his cock; her hand was slippery from Robin's cum-splat, and she stroked the prong, squeezing out the last drops of spunk onto her fingers, which she licked clean. This was a new sensation for Richard; his darling wife shied away from touching his penis. He had long ago given up on the dream of fellatio. He shuffled forward, his cock pointing upward, raw and turgid.

Désirée looked up from the attack on Robin's gondolier and opened her mouth as her tongue whipped around her lips, lizard-like and frenetic. The android drew Richard's pole into her mouth, and he felt the tongue wiggle around it. Richard watched as the robot wormed four fingers into Robin's red-haired rhubarb pie, and his assistant's grunts came in Uzi bursts as she unsuctioned her lips from the synthetic pucker. Robin was bewildered. She now existed in the secret place where her orgasms originated. She knew Richard had entered the lab, but that only fueled the impending new eruption, which was now a given. She bucked her hips against Désirée's hand, mashing her swollen mound into its palm.

Richard thought he understood what would happen; after all, he had gotten a few blow jobs in college, and there was that one in high school with Lucy, the class tart. What was happening now was not that.

Désirée guided Richard's engorged cock to her lips and nibbled the droplets of cum from the tip. "Yum," her growl made him want to feed her more, but he waited. His cock pulsed and felt like an over-inflated tire as he ever so slowly slid it past the robot's lips. Désirée bit and chewed on his cock like it was a piece of beef jerky.

"Oh, God," his exclamation was followed as Désirée vacuum-sealed her mouth down and suctioned his cock to the root. Désirée wasn't gentle and sucked hard, inflating the already blown-out dick and pulling more blood into the prong. He felt like his cock had grown to a foot, at least. In the back of his mind, Richard had a new respect for Brian Farley's concept and wondered if he could hop on this investment bandwagon, but that was a discussion for later.

"Mmmmm," was the growl emitted from the android's throat. It seemed so unusual for a woman to love cock to the point of worship rather than merely tolerate the needs of a man. Oh yeah! Robin had done the job! Richard's whopper wasn't small, being above average size in the hamburger department. Tonight, it topped off at a solid eleven-plus inches, which was more significant than usual. None of the girls in college could swallow all of it, and he sadly accepted this reality, but any blow job is a good blow job and all that. He stared at Désirée's lips locked around Mister Winkey's base and marveled; so, this is what it's like, wow!

The android was grunting and sounded like a farm hog, and the snorts fueled Richard's lust. When the robot's throat constricted around the bulbous head of his cock as the vibrator in her throat kicked in, Richard thought his head and nuts would explode together. He thought things couldn't get better than this. He would be wrong.

Robin lay pinned under the android, her tongue thrusting in its ass as she fist fucked the artificial cunt. Désirée plunged her hand to the thumb into the assistant's fuck hole, and as if the fingers in her slit weren't enough, the thumb, which was assaulting her clit started to send mini-volt electric shocks to the over-swollen stimulated butter-bean. All Robin could do was arch her back in an attempt to force more of the android's fingers deeper inside her cooze while hanging on for dear life, arm thrust deep in Désirée's robo-cunt. She had no idea her ability as a designer was this good.

Richard's brain had left the lab as Désirée relentlessly suctioned his meat, and he felt like he was caught in a trap of the overstimulation of his poor penis. There was no doubt in his mind that he would cum one more time; it was only a question of when. That's when he felt something new. The tip of Désirée's tongue began to slip into his cock slit. Nothing had ever gone the wrong way there before, and even though he couldn't see the wicked tongue force its way into his shaft, there was no mistake in Richard's mind. When the, almost not even there, vibrations began, Richard wasn't sure they were real. As Désirée cranked up the intensity, there was no doubt in his mind what he felt. It was clear to him that Désirée was capable of a multi-function approach to sex. He could hear Robin's grunts and shouts echoing in the lab as her back arched two feet off the worktable and her cunt sprayed and whirled in a non-stop cum blender. Robin thought she would suffocate despite her repeated gulps for air.

Richard could feel the distant stirrings of his cum load. It came from a place much deeper than any previous shot. This was far away and faint like an impending thunderstorm, but it was there, insistent and not to be denied. He briefly wondered if his heart could take one more blast and shrugged the concern off. Fuck it; what a way to go.

Robin flexed her leg and back muscles as she rammed her fist into Désirée's slit to the elbow. The assistant was determined not to cum again; she didn't believe she could withstand another detonation like the first two O-bombs. That's when the intensity of the vibrations and shocks ratcheted up as Désirée wiggled her hand into the woman's berry patch to the thumb joint.

Robin wanted to go home; she wanted to sleep, she wanted her mother, but most of all, she wanted to, needed to cum. When her girl juice sprayed out, it squirted onto Richard's legs and balls. Désirée felt the contractions and experienced her first synthetic orgasm. Oh yes! Robin had done her job well. The shock waves emanating from deep in Désirée's robo pussy, combined with the tongue shoved up

her ass, forced a surge of current out of her lizard tongue and into Richard's cock, directly hardwiring his prostate gland. The android's tongue was embedded all the way up Richard's poor shaft.

Richard couldn't accept that the android's tongue was penetrating his urethra as far as it was; it seemed to reach into his bladder. When Robin forced her back into a tortuous arch and bellowed the single word, "Fuck!" Désirée's orgasm washed through her mechanism, triggering an excessive jolt of milli-amps. Richard could feel the spray from Robin's cunt hit him up like a sprinkler as the android's cunt let loose with a splattering deluge of its own, covering Robin's face. She greedily tried to slurp up as much robo-girl goo as possible, but the excessive torrent ran down her cheeks onto the table. Richard's orgasm came as a surprise and thundered up from his balls, and he felt like it would tear his cock open. The tongue of Désirée was still implanted deeply in his prick, affording the spunk no avenue of escape. On the second spurt, Désirée pulled her tongue free and, throwing her head back, bawled to the gods of fucking, primordial and savage. Richard's poor, drained cock spurted a dozen times, and he collapsed on the android's back, who still lay on Robin.

The android was the first to stir and ask, "Did I do good?"