"Hah, hoo. Oh, Nancy, oh babeeeee!" he sang.
He went still and she thought he'd had a heart attack. Instead, he lifted his head, cried out in exquisite pleasure, and burst virile spurts into her cunt.
Wham, wham, wham. "At laaasst!" It was nearly a shriek of wild joy.
She went dizzy and weak from his possession of her. But she still had not had enough stimulation to come with him. She just felt aching, tender, tremendously sorry for the man who made these dazzling, complex decisions and hungered only for a hot cunt of a nobody secretary. She'd never in her life felt so much like playing the soft, taking, healing woman and it was sexxxxxy!
"Oh, Monty, ream me off. Enjoy," she whispered.
He hunkered on her body and spent it out with sobbing gasps. It lasted a surprising time, considering his age. When he tapered, he clung to her like a small boy, wheezing and panting his pleasure.
At last, he looked into her face wth the stricken look of a man who was completely satisfied, glowing in love with her, at least for now.
"Oh, child, that was fantastic. Now, I'm good for another year."
"Come on, Monty," she laughed. "You left me hung up there. I'm hot. You can suck me a little till you get your jism back, and then we'll do it slow and easy. I'll just take off this crap."
"No, no, leave it on. I love it, the way your body feels, looks…"
"I'm not wearing the sleeve. I couldn't stand it. It was my naked… just me that you've just exploded in."
"That's all right. Leave the suit on. I love it. I'll write a report you won't believe. It'll get you big financing, sell a million. That I can do."
She lay there holding his head while he sucked on her cunt, an eager small boy. She loved him and his hot desire for her body. She moaned and twisted in heavenly joy. A part of her mind played with the irony, she'd try to turn him off on Cord's suit and he went crazy for it.
He raised his head once.
"You'll need my report. Gwen will kill your robot. She's death on mechanical sex and just as bad on sex in general. Woman can do that."
She sank back, she decided not to knock Cord's suit any more. The robot sales would have to ride on the suit; that would have to be good enough.
He was a fantastic lover when he'd recovered. He flexed into her with syrupy, slow, lascivious strokes that set her belly on fire. She was all the acres and acres of females he'd seen from the distance, or been locked off from him close at hand, that he could never get. His cock rocked deep in her cunt as if it never wanted to leave, and the happy glaze in his eyes told her the poor clunk had been able to turn off his mind for once and be animal.
She felt down his body.
"Beautiful construction!" she murmured.
She had to be kidding. She must see that he was not a robot, even if he did move in a slightly jerking fasion.
She took hold of his cock and began to jass it. In her warm hands, with that sexy white nudeness so close that he felt her body heat, with her smallish nipples locked hard, Cord came to a full erection.
"Uhhh," he grunted as his whole sexual network woke up.
"On the bed, robot, on the bed," she gasped, shoving him gently.
He fell back on the bed, astonished at her actions. Nelson had said that she would never go for the sex machine. She was upon him at once, spreading her legs over his face, forcing her swollen and wet cunt to his mouth. Aroused, he dug his tongue into her box, and put it to work.
"Oh, robot, heh, heh, heh, that's great! Oh, oh, oh!"
The way Gwen Rand humped on his face, Cord thrilled, realizing this was one of the hottest women he'd touched recently.
"Yes, I was a whore for five years in my early twenties. How do you like that, robot? Wouldn't that peel the skin off my dear husband if he knew how I got started, how wild I was. The hottest hooker in Gary, Indiana, oh, oh, oh! Sweaty steel mill workers, grubby streets, sordid back rooms in rundown apartments, and I loved every second of it. I can still feel, smell, taste their rugged cocks, hating their wives, hating their jobs, but how they could fuck!"
She rocked in abandon on top of Cord, and he understood now, that she did not spot the robot deception because she was too hung up on her own desperate needs.
She broke off the cunnilingus.
"Enough of that. I want your cock inside of me. You can be the answer to my prayers, robot."
She slid down his body, spread her legs and speared down on his cock. He violated her with a sexy rush of delightful feeling. His cock sank into a warm, wet and burning hot tunnel. It felt great!
"Got to have it!" she cried. "I miss the sex of those old hooker days. God, I miss it. But I saw… ah, ah ah. I saw that society hated hookers. Society doesn't spend much time with sex. It's all money and power!"
She sank on him, rocking, rocking and he thrilled to her hot, tight cunt. He was also stunned to learn that this remote and powerful woman, a member of the Board of the American Moralist Society, had once been a prostitute.
"I hid it all!" she went on. "I buried my sex interest. I turned to other things, prospered, rose, the more I denied sex, the more I was accepted, then an assistant to Monty, finally his wife, the top of the ant hill. I don't DARE ever let him know, anyone know, but you're only a robot, deaf and dumb. Ah, ah, ah, how well you fuck!"
She plunged for a while in silence. But her confessional mood drove more words out: "I managed to keep three contacts from the Gary days. Once a year I could take a vacation, hide out, relive the crazy, hot days of my youth. But they've all gotten older, one is dead, one sick, only one left. What am I to do. NO ONE must ever know that I have this sickness, as they call it. I NEED a sex binge once a year."
Cord was bucking fast into her cunt now, getting a little dizzy from her hot cunt and this weird, confessional experience.
"The robots solve it all!" she cried. "You can bet I'll give it a good report. My closet lover! I can have my orgies in secret when ever I want. God, I love fucking! I love it! Monty must not know. He is made of steel and ice-water. He'll never approve of sex robots, but I can soften his blows. AH, ah, ah."
Cord put his hands on that white, smooth moving butt and began to fuck her in earnest. Her words, her cock hunger drove him wild. He began to grunt, gasp and plunge up into her cunt. Her eyes were dazed, her rich loins moved rapidly and happily on his prick as she slobbered a little in her excitement and made pleased bitch sounds.
"Fuck me deep. That's right. Beautiful robot, hot prick!"
There was no more desire to talk. The sensations were too great. For Gwen, the sweetness of turning into a helpless bitch animal on top of a thrusting prick was the ultimate release. Some excuse would have to be found for the A.M.S.. Maybe a huge donation of money, that worked best. But she was thrilled out of her skull with this solution to her problem. She rose right up to a heavenly orgasm.
"Oh, I'm comminggg now, now. I'm taken!" she cried.
Cord went dizzy again, felt her freeze and begin her throbs. His own delighted shaft and boiling jism reservoir were on fire. That crazy, dumb Nelson had lucked in. The woman was so wild for prick she hadn't even stopped to consider the robot might have recording devices. So much for one of the top brains of the country when sexual frustrations got too high. No matter how powerful the figure, male or female, they all had cocks or cunts, and had to live inside their love-hungry bodies!
"Ah, ah, ah!" he went and gave her his best, thrilling thrust. He paralyzed and broke, seeding Gwen's belly with foaming hot cum, shooting huge, satisfying darts of manhood into her starved being.
Spunk, spunk, spunk! It felt so good. In his relief and the rich glaze of pleasure, Cord panted and squeezed out every drop of seed into the woman's white, smooth and parched body. She surged against him, gasping, jerking, wallowing in her luscious surrender, making up for the missed passion in her tight, closed world that imprisoned her. When at last, sweating and tightly locked, they tapered, she whispered.