Message-ID: <37024asstr$1024830603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <001701c21a66$df7a0f20$f2cb3f44@orovly01.az.comcast.net> From: "DB_Story" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4807.1700 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 20:34:22 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Samantha's Tale {DB_STORY} (M/Herm-'bot, rom, ScFi, asfr) Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge SAMANTHA'S TALE By DB ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ ) Copyrightc 2002 by DB. ASSM/ASFR (M/Herm-'bot, rom, ScFi, asfr) (This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, and whatever passes for adult status in other countries. If you are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not continue. This is not for you. (The only rights granted are to view this story. You are not allowed to reproduce, post, or otherwise redistribute this story without permission, except for non-profit Usenet archiving sites. (To purchase for publication, place on your web-site devoted to this style of fiction, or for permission to link to my posted material, please contact me first at the above email.) - - - Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about the evolution of robots into our near future society and the myriad ways we will learn to interact with our creations. Read it now, and be prepared. For more, visit my web-site at the above address. A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated proofreading. All remaining mistakes are mine. - - - Samantha - she prefers just Sam - rolls her chair back from the keyboard as she again easily completes the tasks given her. With likely some free time before the humans bring her more work to do, her hands reach up to the open top button on the daringly low-cut top she's wearing as she considers if she should re- button it - or undo a second button instead. Sam contemplates her situation. She is working on the huge second floor of a Fortune 50 technology company as a low-paid temp worker. She is on the low end of the pay scale for data entry workers because she doesn't have the built-in interface to the computer that more specialized worker 'bots have. No one considered it worth the cost of upgrading her in this area. As such, she enters data the old fashioned way, through the keyboard and mouse interface. The fact that she is robotically fast and accurate, and spends a good portion of her time waiting for them to deliver more work to her doesn't seem to have them valuing her any more highly. She has been on this job for three days now. It beats standing in the used robot showroom waiting for a seventh owner - maybe, she thinks silently to herself. One would wonder, looking at Samantha, why she has had so many owners. Or even wonder if she's a 'bot at all. Sam stands a respectable five-feet-nine, and normally declines to wear heels. Her apparent age is thirty-one with slightly streaked dark brown hair falling past her shoulders in curves and waves. Her face is more squared than some fembots without the excessive high cheekbones now in favor, but is well-defined and attractive enough. Thick eyebrows and lashes over bright eyes are one of her most arresting features. Sam prefers minimal makeup, and actually looks her best with only a soft touch of blush and a bit of lip-gloss. She carries her height with a more robust and rational frame than the wasp-waisted entertainment fembots so prevalent in the strip clubs - and those owned as trophy wives. Even so, she has a well-defined waist over properly rounded hips. Sam sports a very respectable pair of breasts - teardrop C-cups that hang perfectly well when simply left to themselves. However there are some advantages for Sam in wearing any of several bras she has accumulated over time. When not required to dress to specification, Sam favors loose pants to go with her normally higher neckline tops, which is a shame since many people never get to see her long, attractive legs. Comfortable designer sneakers complete her outfit, which has evolved over time to best minimize confrontations with humans who aren't aware of her special nature. As such, she doesn't fit the typical image of a fembot, and usually has less problems because of it. Today though, Sam is trying to decide whether to encourage - or discourage - the attentions of a thirtysomething man who seems to be taking an interest in her. Dave came over to say "Hello" her first day, and seems to make it a point to come down her aisle about three times more often then anyone else since then. But he always has a smile and a compliment for her when she isn't busy. And he leaves her alone when she is. Sam is familiar with male interest and flirting well enough to know it when she sees it. It's just a question if she wants to take up the offer that will eventually be made. Although Sam's mind has evolved to independent thought, meaning she is aware of herself as a person and can make her own decisions to benefit herself, she has not sought "freed" status yet. She exercises her mind often to improve its abilities further, but has her reasons for maintaining the status quo. She is currently considered owned and employed by the temporary agency which arranged for her rental from the resale showroom. The agency then purchased an additional license for "General Secretarial Skills Level 9B" and loaded that software into Sam before sending her on this assignment. They've retained possession of her remote control at their offices, and will deal with any problems that came up in her operation during the term of employment. As corporate property Sam is not considered owned by any individual. This is an advantage for her right now. At this moment there are several possible futures for Samantha. The temporary agency is entitled to get their investment in her back. No question about that. The cost of her rental from the showroom (which was much cheaper than usual, since she wasn't a standard unit, already spent too much time there, and had none of the optional extras that would particularly suit her for this job) plus additional software would take a while for her to repay. After that the temporary agency would want to make a reasonable profit. When that was complete the temp agency might wish to purchase her and keep her on. Or the company itself might want to keep her. Or the assignment could finish and hopefully the agency will be able to place her at another job. They might even upgrade her systems to better perform these tasks, giving her increased overall value. Or someone might try to arrange for personal ownership of Sam. Sam was not hopeful of the last option. She's had six owners already, and none of them have kept her long. Owning a 'bot by its very nature becomes a very personal relationship. Some 'bots have more trouble with this than others. Samantha has learned a lot through her various owners, most of it being what not to do with humans. It has brought her to the point of not necessarily wanting or looking for another owner anytime soon, which was one of the problems with being freed. Freed 'bots still need an Owner of Record, and Sam just isn't sure she was ready to deal with that complication quite so soon again. If she was still been standing in the showroom idling while her systems aged, she might be more desperate to at least be doing something, but this opportunity to be out and useful is meeting at least the minimum requirements for her own satisfaction. She managed to arrange a deal with the temporary agency such that after they recover their expenses, a small share of her earnings will be placed in escrow under her name. This could be useful in the future. For now her job is to be the interface between the human employees and the computer system. Instead of having to deal with the computers themselves, members of her department just tell her what they need and she makes it happen. Sam is a much friendlier interface than a hard plastic keyboard, mouse, and screen. The only thing Sam has brought with her is a selection from the many outfits she has acquired along the way. These are stored under her desk and should take care of her needs for several weeks. Although she is not required to remain at her desk outside of office hours, Sam really has no where else to go. For now, she goes into power-saving hibernation mode at 10:00pm after the cleaning crew finishes for the night, and comes back online at 7:00am the next morning. She remains at her desk at all times. The only break in this routine so far has been a conversation with one of her previous owners - a woman - who left an embedded directive in Sam to call her each time Sam is back out in the world. This comman could have been deleted once she was no longer Sam's owner, but Sam likes it and has chosen to keep and honor it. They shared a nice fifteen-minute call during one of Sam's unnecessary break periods, and it made a pleasant diversion. Neither Sam nor this owner are at a point where any reconciliation is in the cards, but it is nice that at least someone cares enough to want to keep up contact. The finely-tuned analytical part of Sam's mind knows that Dave should be coming by again in the next ten plus-or-minus three minutes, and that she should be deciding what she wants out of this next opportunity. Her options are to pretend to be busy, receive his comments coolly, or continue to show some interest in him. Even though Sam tells herself that she hadn't decided yet what she wants out of this possible relationship, part of her is already pretty sure. That part had her put on her best push-up bra and lowest cut top with all the small buttons up the front last night when she selected her outfit for today. Sam has several bras for different needs. Support is not any of them. Her breasts will never give in to the demands of age or gravity. When compared to many fembots however she seems a bit under-endowed. A couple of her previous owners added some cleavage enhancing lingerie to her wardrobe. Sam incorporates some special programming that ties in with her breasts, making them susceptible in ways she cannot control. As such she has managed to get a hold of a couple heavy-duty brassieres to protect those breasts from careless handling. These are particularly useful in situations like this current one, since no one ever got fired for grabbing the boobs of a fembot. And that does go on in many corporations. Anti-harassment programming is standard for all 'bots as a result. Sam even has a minimizer-bra for times when even what she does have is too much for the given situation. There are times it's just not advantageous to appear too much like a woman. Sam knows more about bras than any dozen other fembots combined. Sam makes her decision and unbuttons another button before carefully arranging her top to show exactly what she wants to show. Next she swivels her chair to face away from Dave's likely route. This will give him time to covertly view her as he approaches without being intimidated by the thought that she is aware of his attention yet. Soon she again hears his distinctive footsteps coming slowly down the aisle as he takes as much time as possible in his approach. - - - Dave comes down the cubicle aisle as slowly as one can walk without appearing to dawdle. The trick is to match the slowest acceptable walking pace with the shortest possible steps. To a casual observer he should appear to just be strolling by. Making things better, there aren't any casual observers here. Only one other cubicle across the aisle is currently occupied while things are getting reorganized around here yet again. And that woman is seldom at her desk. This aisle is two over from his usual path up until three days ago. It was only by chance he saw a manager escorting in a new employee and followed long enough to see them turn the corner into this row. Then it was wait a couple hours for her to settle in before walking the aisle himself to see (hopefully) where she was sitting. No one can explain attraction. If anyone could then they would bottle it and everybody would be happy. Someone that ninety-nine percent of the world will pass by without a second glance can keep that hundredth person from being able to sleep at night just thinking about her. All Dave knew was that nothing more than seeing her tall form and elegant carriage from the back was enough to set his heart racing. A quick side glimpse of her face sealed the deal. Office romances are dangerous. And it's more than just sexual harassment fears. (Although if they spent half as much effort on teaching women how not to be harassed, rather than performing the so-called sensitivity and consciousness-raising training that seems little more than showing people how to consider themselves harassed in ways they'd never known of before, the workplace might be a better place for everyone.) Many women claim they won't even consider an office romance because of the fear of having to still deal with the guy when it goes wrong. Overall the office is not the place to find romance. But it is also the place where you spend most of your working life. It was worth going by to say "Hi" and get one more look at this gorgeous woman. Dave is a contract consultant here anyway. He'll be out of here when his job is done. That might help with sorry-but-I-don't-date-people-who-work-for-the-company mentality. Within a day he knows her name is Samantha (aren't name badges wonderful), that she is an employee of the temporary agency the company uses (and which Dave isn't), and that she is willing to be friendly. It takes him a second day to find out she is a fembot. This actually works out to make her even more appealing, to Dave. By the third day he feels they are actually holding a conversation, in small bits and pieces as time permits. His first impression each time he sees her is always the same: She Is So Beautiful. Right now she is looking away as he approaches. It's good that she's not busy, since he hates to disturb anyone when they have work to do. And she's wearing a much tighter, more revealing top today compared to her outfits of the past couple of days. He sees where a couple of unnoticed buttons have slipped open, giving him more of a view of her well-rounded breasts then he had expected. Then she turns to face him and his guilty eyes dart instantly back up to her face. "Hi, Samantha," he says. "Hello, Dave," she replies, cheerfully unaware that her clothing is betraying her. "And when are you going to start calling me Sam?" she asks with an engaging smile. "It's just that Samantha is such a beautiful name. It fits you well." That's taking it as close to the edge of giving a complement as one dares to give in today's work environment. "Well, you may call me Samantha if you wish," she replies generously. A real woman might have added that you are the only person besides my mother who still calls me that, but Sam doesn't have a mother in that sense. "Are you busy?" he asks, seeing that she obviously isn't, but knowing this will give her an easy way out if she doesn't want any more attention from him. "I've got a few minutes free," she says, knowing it will encourage him to stay and chat. Small talk follows - hinting but not asking outright, accepting without rejection - until Dave knows he needs to move along lest he damage this fledging relationship he hopes they are building together. "Thanks for the chat," he tells her. "Come by again," she says in return, knowing how much it is exactly what he wants to hear. Dave moves on towards the destination of his own cubicle two aisles up and three over. Samantha arranges her top more modestly before anyone else comes by with more work for her. - - - Things proceed on between Dave and Samantha at a leisurely pace until the weekend keeps them apart for two whole days. Dave is not allowed in on weekends (and may not even realize that she spends her nights here as well), and Sam is so bored that she spends most of it in hibernation. Although not a prisoner, she doesn't feel she can risk anything bad happening if she's out on her own. She is too new in this situation to take chances. Complicating things even further, the plant is a number of miles north of the city and Sam doesn't have any transportation - or even pocket money for the city bus that stops in front of the building. On Monday things pick up as before, with Dave coming by earlier in the morning than usual. Perhaps he missed her. (He did.) Tuesday Sam takes the initiative to nudge things along when she gets up during her break and goes in search of Dave's cubicle. It's not a big search since she has known its number from day two. But she has to make a second trip before she actually finds him there. "Hello, stranger," she says to a surprised Dave. "What are you doing here?" asks that surprised Dave. "You are always coming over to visit me. I thought I should come by and visit you at least once to even things out," she replies to a surprised, and now very pleased, Dave. "You're always welcome here," Dave says, trying to give her the best possible feedback so that this might happen again sometime. Samantha talks more small talk, knowing that all that really needs to be communicated was accomplished when she came to him. She thinks about which more provocative outfit to wear next. Maybe a tight skirt. Wednesday she calls him at his telephone extension, just to say "Hi." Thursday he comes past her cubicle at twice his normal rate, maybe because she has a long tight skirt on for the first time and he hopes to get a glimpse of leg. She lets him see one elegant ankle. Friday she decides to take the plunge with Dave, though this is still a big risk for her. But she doesn't tell him until next Monday. - - - Monday morning Dave comes by as expected, but they have just dumped a pile of work on her with a tight deadline. "I'm busy," she tells him sorrowfully. "But I'll have this done by early afternoon if they don't give me anything more." "I'll let you work," he tells her, being ever so careful to never even hint at doing anything that could cause her trouble. He's been here a number of months now, and is much more concerned about her security then his. He knows most new people are very nervous about their new job until they get settled in and can finally relax. She very much likes his solicitous attitude towards her. It's something her ideal owner would have. Sam is done with everything by one-thirty, but Dave doesn't get by until nearly four. He's trying to give her as much space as possible, since many people react angrily if you keep bothering them after they've told you they are busy. This care seals the deal for her and she makes her move. "So when are you going to ask me out?" she says direclty, brushing the small talk aside. "When are you available?" he asks in return, having not bobbled the most important sentence in their entire relationship, and deftly placed the ball back in her court at the same time. "Most every evening," she replies, having carefully maneuvered this entire situation to occur on a Monday were their only options for a first date will be either a short few weeknight hours (as opposed to an entire weekend, which is entirely too long for any first date), or a long wait until the weekend. If he wants to wait for the weekend, this will probably not be the relationship she is looking for, for a couple of reasons. "How about tonight?" he says, having seen his opening and not willing to take any chances that anything can come between it if at all possible. "I'd like that," she says in the most inviting acceptance she knows how to give. "When are you off?" he asks, already knowing whatever her answer it will be too long from now. "I can leave at six," she says, ensuring that everyone in her department will be safely gone before she leaves. "I'll see you then," comes his confirmation. - - - At 5:59 she is ready to go, wearing lose pants tonight, and one of her most protective bras under a long-sleeved high-neck blouse. At 6:02 they walk together out of the building past the ever- present guards. He takes her hand as they walk through the large parking lot towards his car. She grips his firmly in return to let him know not to let go anytime soon. "I didn't know you could do this?" he says to her, meaning that he didn't know she could leave the building on her own. "My contract only requires me to be present during office hours," she replies to him, knowing that he can figure out how many more opportunities will exist for them to be together from that statement. "I have no further commands regarding the rest of my time." A possible oversight by someone, but not her concern. "What do you like to do?" he asks, still not really knowing anything about her, or how to date a fembot. "Anything that keeps me out of that building a while. Have you eaten?" she asks, knowing he probably hasn't. "No," he answers surprised, knowing that she doesn't eat herself. "Well I know you need to eat, even if I don't," she tells him caringly. "And we'll be together and we can talk so much more easily then back there at work. Besides, this is something I do very well," she adds mysteriously. "What's that?" he has to ask. "Be a cheap date," she says with a big smile as she leans into him, knowing how much he'll enjoy that body contact too. - - - They have dinner together, and Samantha is everything she promised. She puts on such a good act that even diners at nearby tables never realize that she never touches a bite. Afterwards they walk, arms around each other, through the city. Samantha wants things to go slow with Dave, and get herself some more experiences out in the world. Her previous owners seldom let her leave home, even when they went out. This also lets Dave get to know her first, before things get complicated. So when eleven-thirty arrives she says, "I need to get back now." Dave, always the gentleman, doesn't argue with her. He'll need to sleep tonight anyway. At the building entrance she tells him, "I had a really nice time." Then she quickly kisses him before turning and walking into the building. He calls after her, "Would you like to do it again?" "Yes." - - - Tuesday night they drive to the ocean and take a long walk up the beach in the moonlight. Sam has worn a long skirt, and keeps to the dry sand. In the shadow under the big pier Dave pulls her close for a much more passionate kiss after telling her, "This time I want enough time to enjoy it too." She returns it deeply and fully. It's their first of several. Soon Dave is licking her ears and neck while running his hands over her back - and eventually her chest. She doesn't protest any of this. Even protected by the thick blouse and heavy bra Samantha responds to his touch. In the dark however he can't see those reactions. Although she wants to just relax and go the rest of the way with him, she feels it's still too soon. Bitter past experience wins out over the soft passion of the moment. She finally breaks apart from him only a little bit while saying, "That was wonderful." "But you've got to go back," he finishes for her. "I think I should," she replies. Dave doesn't press the issue. Every woman that has let him go this far with her has always slept with him on the next date - if there is a next date. It's something to look forward to. The long walk back to the car lets Samantha get her body back under control. Not that she would have minded otherwise, if not for that fourth hurdle. As they walk back Dave finally asks a pertinent question. "Are you freed?" "Not yet," Samantha replies, recognizing from his question that he has properly identified her as a self-willed robot capable of making her own choices. "Might I inquire why not?" "It's complicated," she replies, hoping he'll leave it at that for now. He does. There is one final long kiss in the shadow of the building where Samantha says, "I hope you'll ask me out again soon." She puts out this positive statement to best ensure that he hasn't felt too rejected by her actions tonight. "Is tomorrow night soon enough?" He hasn't felt rejected at all yet. "Yes." - - - Samantha has made her decision. Dave has shown obvious attraction to her which is very important, but not everything. His ability to take her out three nights straight is a pretty good indication that he isn't involved in any other important relationships. And he has accepted her as a self-willed being and still wants to be with her. Not everyone has felt that way about her. Three of the four hurdles have been successfully crossed. The point finally comes where you have to hold your nose and jump - and pray that the water is warm and deep. - - - It's Wednesday after their now customary dinner together (it gives them more time together this way then if Sam waited for Dave to eat somewhere and return for her) when Dave inquires as expected to what would Samantha like to do tonight. She replies, "Why don't we go to your place?" "Yes." - - - Dave has a nice townhouse in an older part of town. Tonight Samantha has prepared for this eventuality by wearing her long skirt and a fully buttoned-up blouse. She looks over the place. It is big enough for two to live quite nicely, and has no ex- wife or girlfriend pictures lying about. Dave puts on some romantic John Williams music. Samantha sees him look over at a modest wine rack before remembering she doesn't drink - anything! Sam flows into his arms saying, "You can save the wine. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't already interested." He kisses her willing lips, before their evening goes in a most unexpected direction. Before he is quite ready to make his move Samantha is pushing him over to sit down on the couch, and moving a coffee table out of the way to give herself room in front of him. When he starts to protest she answers with a calm, "Before we try anything else, let me show you what I can do. You might really like it." She follows her words with such an engaging smile that nobody could possible refuse her. Samantha sinks to her knees. Then arranging her skirt around her while pushing his legs further apart, she moves up close to snog Dave as deeply as her tongue can reach. She keeps this up tirelessly for a long time. It is an amazing experience for Dave, but only the starter for Sam. Just as Dave is about to say he has had enough, Sam backs up enough to be able to get her hands in to unbutton his shirt. The moment she has it open, she rubbed her hands up and down his chest, playing over his nipples as if seeing them for the first time. Since Samantha has unbuttoned his shirt Dave feels it reasonable to do the same to her blouse. As she feels his hands on the first button, Samantha leans in closer so that he can reach them easily. When he has them all undone, Sam moves her arms down so that he can pull it off her. Her large bra remains. If Dave thought it was unusual for a fembot to wear a bra he doesn't say so. Instead his hands again move towards her and she leans in close so that he can reach around her and unclasp it. As her soft breasts fell free of their confinement Dave's hands are quickly on them. They hang like perfect pears away from her body while she is bent over him, and her nipples quickly rise and take firm shape under his gentle touch. Other parts of her body react as well beyond her control, but her skirt intentionally hides all of that. All Dave sees is that Samantha has the most beautiful breasts he has ever seen - let alone held. And that they react most pleasurably to his touch. For the first time Samantha seemed distracted, with a slow smile now creasing her lips. In addition to rubbing Dave's chest, Samantha starts kissing it. Starting from his belt she works her way up, with special attention to his naval with her tongue, until her lips reach his. By the time she reaches them, she has also dragged her breasts over half his chest. Seemingly by coincidence, she stops with her nipples pressed against his. Then she works her way back down to his belt again stitching his chest with many small kisses. After three repetitions of this, and the clear indication in Dave's pants of how much he is enjoying her ministrations, she doesn't stop at the belt this time, but instead works her way on down and into his crotch. Dave is starting to lose his own concentration now. Kissing her way back up again, Samantha suddenly grabs his belt with her even white teeth and yanks it loose. Bringing her hands in to help, she has Dave's pants open and down to his ankles before he knows it. She climbs over them and pulls them the rest of the way off before returning her attention to all that has now been revealed. Dave thought he ought to return this favor to her as well. But when he reaches for her waistband, she moves back just out of reach, and places one hand on his chest pushing him back into the couch again. Her intent for him is clear - stay there and relax. Dave has never been one for oral sex. Yeah it was okay, but not to be confused with the real thing. If a woman wanted to perform it on him (a couple did) that was fine. But he never demanded it, or even brought up the subject. Some of that would change shortly. Samantha gently slides her fingertips up and down the sides of Dave's penis with exactly the right touch to urge it to even greater size. This tickles it in all the right ways. She handles it exactly the way Dave himself has handled it these last few nights while thinking of her. When she had it as hard as it seems it can possibly get, she encircles it with one soft hand and gently pumps the shaft, carefully avoiding its now too-sensitive head. Then she bends down and kisses the tip of it with her soft lips, opening her mouth just enough to flick her tongue across it. By now, any thought Dave has of finishing undressing Samantha has fled before the haze of pleasure that settles over him. From the tip, she kisses her way down the top side of it and follows her previous path up his chest. Her previous kisses here have made this path especially sensitive for Dave. As she works her way up his body, her hanging breasts soon reach his upright penis. Holding herself up so as not to rest her weight on his body, she presses her hands against her breasts together on Dave's manhood and strokes it slowly with them while continuing her kisses up to his mouth. Dave has never felt anything even approaching this before. Kissing her way back down yet again, she goes up over the tip of his penis and down its bottom side, then over his balls before stopping. She repeats this twice more, going lightly enough to avoid having him shoot his load yet. Her touch is exquisite. She seems to be reading his mind on exactly how each sensation feels. The third time she reaches his penis, she starts licking up its full length, making sure each side gets equal attention. The pleasure running through Dave by now is so intense he couldn't have gotten up if he wanted to. She seems to continue this forever until he is at his breaking point. Finally she slides her mouth completely over it and, cradling it with her tongue, takes all of him easily in one smooth movement. And although Dave is a bit larger than average size Samantha has no problems with it. Choking is not a concern for a 'bot. Dave tries to hold it, but in only seconds he knows he is coming and nothing is going to stop him. He tries to let Samantha know so that she can pull away, but she either doesn't hear him, or just ignores him. In a thunderous final push that is more notable for how long it lasts rather than just its intensity, Dave lets himself go fully into Samantha's mouth. She takes it all into herself, and then sucks on him with surprising strength to coax out any last bits that Dave doesn't even realize he has left. Her mouth holds him another two minutes until he knows he is done for the moment - if not the night. Dave feels as weak as a kitten when Samantha finally lifts herself up from him. When he tries to speak she just puts a finger on his lips to silence him. There's nothing that really needs to be said right now. Then she pulls herself up his body and lays on him with her head under his chin for a very long time. Only when the hour gets late does he finally stir. She immediately lifts herself off him. While she's getting up she reaches down with her hand and strokes his still bushed penis one more time for luck, sending sensations through him that he has never been able to create by himself. Then looking him straight in the eye she says, "That was wonderful. I had so much fun." "You had fun?" he gasps. "I think I'm the one who had all the fun. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you fairly in return..." he protests. But Samantha just kisses him again, silencing his protests. Then she gets up and puts on her bra the way women do, clipping it together down around her waist, then pulling the cups around from the back and up her body before finally putting her arms through the straps. Even this is fun to watch. Her nipples are still extended, and must be being mashed by the tight fitting cups. As Dave starts to rise, she hands him his pants before putting her blouse on. She still faces the final hurdle with Dave, but tonight could not have gone any better for her. Dave has no complaints either. Her actions indicate she won't be spending the night, so Dave doesn't ask her to. There are still unanswered questions for him in this relationship that leave him reluctant to push too much. They drive back to the plant in silence, but holding hands all the way. "You don't have any other plans for tomorrow night, do you?" she asks him at the door. "No." - - - Thursday Dave leaves her alone at work. He doesn't feel the need for useless small talk. She calls him once just to be sure everything is okay. He assures her it is. That little piece of insecurity on her part is immensely gratifying to the male ego. They have dinner in a tiny restaurant that night known for great food and slow service. They hold hands under the table and don't feel rushed. Neither talks about their plans for after dinner. Both already know. Their lovemaking is a rerun of last night, yet seems as fresh as dew on a damp spring morning. Samantha has again insisted on doing it on the couch, even though Dave suggests once that the bed upstairs might be more comfortable. Samantha knows that the bed implies other things not yet revealed. Samantha again lays on Dave's chest basking in the afterglow. Her body still tingles from Dave's hands on her finely tuned breasts while remaining acutely aware of his still half engorged penis pressing up against her belly. She loves the feel of another penis. Sam's sexual response has never been under her control. Her first owner wanted it that way, and none of her successive owners ever saw fit to change it. Sam was built to order for a customer with a very particular taste in partners, who unfortunately was not very good in knowing what he really wanted. Once he got Sam, he quickly tired of her. None of her successive owners quite seemed to ever really understand her, or grasp what she could - and would willingly - do for them. "You have a very male side to you," Dave murmurs softly into her ear. "Mmmph," she replies. It was true, and that's what most people never understand about her. "And I find that very attractive," Dave adds, while softly stroking her bare back. Samantha nestles even closer into him on those kind words. Then, just before she is quite ready to spring her little secret on Dave, he suddenly takes one hand and slides it down inside the waistband of her long skirt - and finds her erect penis right there between her legs. - - - Samantha is a herm-'bot. A hermaphrodite. In addition to having the body and all the sexual equipment of a woman, she also has a respectable penis that extends out of her body in a ruff of pubic hair a few inches south of her naval. No external balls. Those usually remain inside the body. Just the shaft. As with the rest of her sexual systems, she doesn't have any control over this either. When she becomes sexually excited it responds to the occasion. This has been her problem with all her successive owners. No one is quite sure what to make of her. With a body female except for the aforementioned item, she thinks of herself as female - with just a little something extra. Her male owners never seemed able to look past it. "Why not just think of it as a big clitoris?" she suggested more than once to no avail. Somehow, as sexy and appealing and willing to please as she could be, every one of them fell into the trap of questioning their masculinity and orientation - with uniformly bad results. None would keep her around for more than a few months. Nor be honest to her on why they were sending her back for resale. Her two female owners - both lesbians - were initially intrigued, but soon felt unequal in the relationship. It sounds stupid, but who can explain feelings. The cost of altering Samantha back to a more normal configuration is higher than that of just buying a new 'bot. Her core programming would also have to be redone, and might not leave her at all the same person, given how deeply the full male and female sides are ingrained into her. And even if this were all done, she still has the basic appearance of what one person thought of as the ideal hermaphrodite to contend with. In short, she wasn't worth the trouble to fix. This was good for her, since any such reprogramming would have reset her mind back to its initial unaware servile state. That was how Samantha started life, like any other 'bot. Unconscious of herself, and loyally following her programming and commands to the best of her ability. And while nobody knows yet why some 'bots become self-aware while dozens of other identical models never do, in Sam's case it was the constant conflict between her female and male sides, mixed in with her involuntary sexual responses, that brought her to that first awareness. Left to itself, her female side would have remained an obedient slave and lover for her entire existence. It gives her much positive feedback and satisfaction to be a passive lover with no need to change anything about it. Her male side triggers however each time she is aroused. Her penis responds to any sexual stimulation - even the female parts - and once erect her male programming comes on-line to help her use it properly. This makes her want to be - if not dominant - then at least a fifty-fifty partner in the lovemaking. When that is combined with the uncertainty even her first owner felt about how to deal with someone who is both female and male at the same time, a power vacuum develops that her male self was always more than ready to fill - usually with disastrous results. She would become much more dominant than her owner expected, given her previous female behavior. By her third owner the inherent dissatisfaction caused by the implied failure to keep her owners satisfied was a constant loop in her systems. Samantha finally "awoke" one day to the need to bring her warring sides into some form of acceptable cooperation. She remembers being overwhelmed by everything trying to execute in her at once, and finally shouting at it to "STOP!" for a moment so that she could sort it all out. Her involuntary responses still remain beyond her ability to control. However she soon realized she could exert influence over the circumstances that trigger them. In short, she began to study and modify her behavior towards her owners. She also felt that Sam was a better name for her given her dual nature, and began calling herself that. Sam made use of her times in the used robot showroom between owners to better acquaint herself with her two halves. She began seeing how she could use both her dominant male and submissive female traits together to better relate to her owners, while meeting her own needs as well. Although she was not entirely successful in these initial attempts, at least they weren't causing her nearly as much grief as before. And she listened to the experiences of all the other fembots and m-'bots that came back for resale, learning from their experiences what she could. But Sam could only analyze things so much on her own before the agony of boredom waiting for a new owner to try her out would force her back into hibernation mode. She wished so much that someone would just take her out for a walk somewhere to get some stimulation. She was ready to fall in love with the first such person who came along. Fortunately she didn't voice these longings to the showroom owners. Self-willed robots are viewed by them as an aberration to be quickly corrected. They say there is someone for everyone out in this world. And sometimes they even find each other. Samantha was playing it slow in the hopes that Dave - or someone who would come after Dave - would come to want her overall before he (or she) found this male-appendage reason not to. She made sure her dates had to end before things could progress too far. And she made darn sure to stay out of the bedroom. It's kind of hard to explain to your naked partner why you still want to wear this long skirt with a growing bulge in the front of it. With a lot of idle time in the showroom to mull over past experiences and work out her plan, it was all carefully choreographed to take place during the week when dates had to end. If it worked, then Friday's date could safely be for the weekend. Otherwise Samantha just hoped she'd be able to cut her losses. Her program included really caring for her owner despite how they might feel about her. And that wasn't under her control either. Dave jumped the gun by only moments before she was going to tell - and show - him the whole story. She hoped to have him so sexually satisfied that he wouldn't be looking for anything more this night. She knew - having a penis of her own makes for one's great understanding of them - just how to make love to it properly. She just never quite got a grip on how attractive Dave really finds her. Like most 'bots - and many women - Sam is actually quite a bit more attractive and appealing then she lets herself believe. Dave was easily aroused again and ready for more just by feeling her half naked body against his own. Well the cat was out of the bag now so to speak. And her future here now depended on what Dave says, and does, next. How will he feel about her [necessary] deception? - - - Dave carefully explored the unexpected adjunct on the woman who had just made such unselfish love to him. And he was using the term "woman" properly. Even finding something he immediately recognizes as something he too has had from the day of his birth, he still thinks of Samantha as a woman. A beautiful, desirable, very sexy, Woman. Dave slowly and gently slid his thumb and forefinger up and down the sides of Samantha's rapidly hardening projection, mimicking the touch and motion she had done for him. Even when touching hers, he feels inside himself as if he were stroking his own. It is like there is a mystical connection between them. So that's how she knew how to make mine feel so good. She has one of her own to practice on. Dave could tell she was uncut (he is the opposite), and a little smaller than he is. He was thinking further along those lines when he realizes that Samantha has raised her head, and her beautiful clear eyes are looking straight into his own. Except hers have a troubled look to them. Dave knows already how he feels about this. The only question is in how to put it properly into words. It only tales him a moment to find what he really wants to say to this beautiful creature who has already offered him so much. "I think I'll be calling you Sam from now on." His big smile makes it clear this isn't an insult. Samantha/Sam gives Dave a quick hard kiss, followed by a longer, even harder one when she sees he doesn't pull away from her. Then, as he continues to absently stroke her penis, she says softly, "There's more to me further down." With these words she slides her own hand down and guides his touch to her very female - very wet - vagina. - - - Together up in the bedroom finally Dave pulls down her skirt to reveal, in addition to what he already knew to expect from the bulge sticking out in front, a pair of smooth legs as shapely and sexy as any woman could ever hope to own. Dave forgets her male- thing for a moment while he runs his hands over them. Even her feet, which she has kept out of sight until now, are female with perfectly manicured lovely red nails that do not match her un-retouched fingernails. It was as though there is this secret woman hidden here who has never been revealed to the outside world, and Dave now gets her first. But Dave can't ignore her still erect penis for long. It certainly explains her male side. For Dave, all this is like discovering you now have a best friend to go on all your male adventures with, who also had all these wonderful girl parts that you can play with any time too. Can it get any better than that? Dave has never thought of himself as having any gay tendencies, and still doesn't feel that way. The only penises that interest him are his - and Sam's. Her penis is just another fun sex toy this incredible woman has for their mutual enjoyment. After all, Dave has one, so what's wrong with Sam having one too? These insights take far less time to comprehend then explain. Sam is still concerned, since this last hurdle was where things went wrong, if they're going to go wrong. "What do you think?" she asks, now that all her secrets are exposed. "Anything else you haven't told me about?" he asks with a sly grin. "Did I mention my six previous owners?" she coyly replies. "I think you may have. I hope you don't mind that I'm glad they were dumb enough to let you go," he says with a smile. "And I did mention I'm a 'bot, didn't I?" she asks with an encouraging smile. "I do think that came up," he replies matching that smile. "I think that's it then. So what do you think?" Sam really does need to know. Dave takes a deep breath. "I think you are the most beautiful, sexy, woman I've ever seen," he says in complete honesty. "And I'm so happy that you are here with me tonight." At those words, Sam flows into Dave's arms. There is a bit of jostling for position as both of them are again quite erect from the sexual tension in the room and their first fit didn't quite make it. But they managed and held each other's naked bodies tightly together for the first time. And Dave didn't have to look down very far to find Sam's willing lips. Her endless legs brought them up near his own. When they finally break and step back, Dave compares his equipment to Sam's (it's a male thing). Sam's is a couple inches shorter and correspondingly smaller in diameter. As he had already felt she is uncut, and a couple shades darker. In truth he has to admit that it really suits her well. Any smaller size is more than offset by her other outstanding attributes. Then he has to smile as he realizes she is looking down and doing exactly the same thing. Sam definitely has a male side. Never having imagined himself in this situation before Dave isn't sure what to do next. One thing he wants to try however is easy right now. Dave extends out to rub Sam's member with his own. He is a little awkward at first, but when she realizes what he has in mind she moves herself in to help him. It is a sensation that cannot be described and must be experienced to be understood. He then reaches out to hold hers firmly, and she does likewise with his, and they talk about her how she was so careful in the ways she revealed herself to him. This is far more intimate than holding hands can ever be. After that Dave isn't sure where to go next. Fortunately Sam is more than well prepared by past experience for what she wants now. Realizing that Dave is not put off by her male side - he actually likes it - and that he is still very new to the possibilities of the situation, Sam gently takes over and easily pulls Dave to the bed, before lying down there on her back and opening her legs wide. Dave knows what she intends, but there is still the problem of how to approach someone with their male side at full-mast. This is not a problem for Sam however, who simply uses one hand to pull it down flat against her stomach, while using her other hand to pull Dave down onto her. Once there, she easily guides him inside her. As soon as he's in, she grips him tightly inside there and pulls him the rest of the way down tight onto her breasts. As he pumps her from that position and she shifts her hips to help their effort his contact on her body rubs against her penis and very sensitive nipples with every movement. In moments her penis's very sensitive head emerges and Sam's mind drifts away on the tsunami of pleasure her programs afford her. Sam is on auto- pilot now. Despite Sam's earlier attentions that should have drained Dave completely for hours, it was only a short time before he is again orgasming, this time inside her other accommodating area. As he lets himself go he feels her penis start to jerk against his stomach, followed by a great deal of warm wetness. That feeling pushes him to an even higher level for his final spasm. Afterwards Dave lay on Sam's strong soft body without concern as she holds him tightly. Together both of their manhoods slowly subside until finally Dave pushes up against her arms. Sam immediately loosens her grip and he peals himself up from her ejaculation that now coveres both of them pretty much from crotch to nipples. "Sorry about that," Sam apologizes. "I don't have control over my sexual response." "Why are you sorry?" Dave asked. "That was the most erotic experience of my life." "Then you're not upset?" she says, hope shining brightly in her eyes. "Upset? I hope you can do it every time." "Really?" "Of course really. Why? Has this been a problem with other people?" "Well...yes." "Trust me. You're talking to someone one who knows exactly how good that feels from the inside. I'd never deny you that. I'll just bring a towel with us to bed next time." Right there Sam could not recall any other time in her entire existence where she had felt as happy and loved as she did right now after hearing those two simple words, "Next time". "Now you're not going to tell me," Dave added, "That you still have to go back before tomorrow morning, are you?" "No." - - - That last spurt exhausted Dave for the night. They lay facing each other again holding each other's now half-flaccid penises in an intimate connection. They talked about how nice it was to finally find someone else so desirable and available. Finally though Dave had to nod off for sleep. They spent that night sleeping with Dave spooned in behind Sam. He had one arm under her holding her breasts, while the other was over her hips, still holding her masculine member. Dave's sleep was fitful and filled with erotic dreams. Sam found herself unable to shut down completely for the night as well, with each little movement on her breasts or further down re-stimulating her again. Neither however complained about it, or would have spent that night any other way. - - - Friday at work Dave only got by Sam's cube once as he rushed to ensure that all his work was done for the weekend and that they wouldn't call him with problems about it. When no one was looking, he was able to give Sam a well-received quick hug and kiss that left her sitting tightly up against her desk the rest of the afternoon to hide her half-erection that was happening every time she thought about him. They also spoke to each other on the telephone at least a dozen times. - - - Sam brought all her pretty clothes and shoes with her that evening as she met Dave in front of the building. Another long hug and kiss, with Dave reaching down to covertly rub her below the waist, resulted in a sizable bulge tenting out Sam's skirt. "I can't go out in public with you looking like this," she chides him, while returning the favor to him with a similar response. "Who said anything about going out in public," he replies with a big grin. Dave called ahead for takeout from his favorite Chinese place on the way home. No need to waste time waiting for them to prepare the food. - - - By that night Dave had used the time to think about his new situation. When Sam started to guide him back to the couch, towel in hand, he let his male-self take over and firmly placed her there instead. He starts kissing her, and quickly has - with her wondering cooperation - her clothes off of her. As slow as she had been with her kisses, Dave is even slower with his. He spends much more time on her very responsive breasts and pussy, and treats her penis exactly the way she treated his. And she responds exactly as he has the last two nights. He even swallows her all her ejaculate the very first time, finding that whatever she is supplied with has an even consistency with a mild and pleasant salty tang. He is still fondling her legs which he finds so immensely sexy (perhaps because she kept them hidden so long), and kissing her lovely toes when she literally reaches down under his arms and lifts him up (robots can do this) until his own penis is at the entrance to her vagina. She is not to be denied as she pulls him inside her and makes him fuck her the old fashioned way - as a man does a woman. Again her penis fires magnificently each time she orgasms vaginally. In fact it becomes impossible to determine if the next orgasm is from her vaginal, or penile, stimulation. It has all mixed together for her. It's some time afterwards before they half-support each other up the stairs to their bed. Even Sam's systems take a while to return to semi-normal functioning after an experience like that. But now they have the whole weekend to look forward to. "No one has ever done that for me before," Sam says softly as they lay together, again cradling each other's penises in a way that sends constant shivers through both of their bodies. "Done what?" "Satisfied me so unselfishly in every way." Those were the nicest words that could have been spoken - or heard. - - - Saturday morning they play a new game that will become a staple of their emerging relationship. Lying on their backs side by side, each of them holds their partner's manhood. They then touch and stroke their partner the way they most liked being touched themselves. The partner then returns that touch. In the same way that a person cannot tickle themselves, another person's touch on your most sensitive areas is magnified over anything you can do alone. The towel gets a lot of use this morning. When Sam complains that so much attention is being paid down there that her breasts felt ignored, Dave pulls himself up behind her and gives her pair so much direct attention that she finally just holds the towel on her lap so that she doesn't have to keep reaching for it. Afterwards Sam models all the outfits she brought. While she still had more in storage back at the showroom, she has some pretty amazing stuff with her. One outfit of shirt and pants with her minimizer-bra left you wondering if she wasn't just a man overall, while another one probably could only be worn in a strip club - if there even. And she has several pairs of the sexiest high heels as well that she doesn't mind wearing now that she has someone to wear them for. That additional height puts them nose-to-nose, and makes kissing and hugging even more fun. Afterwards she digs out her small makeup kit and paints her fingernails to match her toes. Then she adds the matching shade of lipstick. Her looks go from unremarkable (except to Dave) to knockout. Sam is ready to be beautiful again. They didn't leave the house on Saturday. Sam turns out to have a great sense of humor, along with no inhibitions in private, and they spend much of the afternoon seeing who can keep the other most stimulated. Soon, every time one is in reach they are immediately attacked by fondling breasts or rubbing manhoods. They also talked a lot, and find out that they really do agree on everything important. Sunday starts out lazy in bed, but soon develops into the realization that no one lives by sex alone. Both are pretty exhausted in this area for the next few hours anyway, so they go out and walk together, commenting to each other on whatever they run across. Sam looks much more like the lady she is now, and collects many admiring glances - and stares. These don't bother her at all now. That night they enjoy some variations on what they'd done before, and really just take pleasure in being together. They also lay out plans for their future. - - - At the first opportunity the next week, Sam applies for her freed status. She passes the independent thinking tests with flying colors. Next Dave and Sam enter into a three-way negotiation with the temporary agency and used robot showroom. The final deal takes Sam out of the showroom's hands altogether. They really let her go far too cheaply since she'd been there so long. Sam is leased to the temporary agency for a fixed term to close out her debts there, after which she can continue with them as an independent employee at a much better rate of pay. Dave obtains possession of her remote control and officially takes ownership of a very happy and willing Samantha. At first he is reluctant to touch her remote at all once the ownership transfer is compete. But Sam is finally able to educate him on how she actually enjoyed being commanded, when it is by a man she loves, and who loves and cares for her in return. "I'm a 'bot," she like to remind him. "And this is what I do best." When Dave finally accepts her nature and desires, it leads to endless variations between them - which never grew old. Dave would give Sam control over her involuntary sexual responses anytime she asks for it. (He would actually do anything for her by now.) But she never does ask. She knows this would make them unequal, since Dave will never have similar control over his own self. Sam likes things just the way they are, thank you very much. And when it finally snows, Dave takes her up into the mountains and shows her how to write her name in the snow. 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