Free Orgasmatron by Brynn Paulin

Orgasmatron

    By Brynn Paulin

    Resplendence Publishing, LLC

    http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

    Resplendence Publishing, LLC
    2665 S Atlantic Avenue, #349
    Daytona Beach, FL 32118

    Orgasmatron
    Copyright © 2011 Brynn Paulin
    Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jason Huffman
    Cover art photography and design by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

    Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-356-0

    Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

    Electronic Release: July 2011

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

    Chapter One

    Prysm Matthews rushed into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. This morning a large box had arrived just before she’d had to go out to run errands. Knowing what it was, she’d paused long enough to open it. Unfortunately, there hadn’t been time to play with her new toy, the latest from Vibe-com, her very own Orgasmatron.
    She’d been testing toys and writing reviews for the company for over a year now. Vibe-com paid in credits and she’d been saving hers for just the right buy. When the new Orgasmatron, Man Friday, came on the market, Prysm hadn’t wasted any time. He was hers!
    And there he was, standing right where she’d left him in the center of her living room.
    Slowly, she circled him. He was purported to be the perfect toy—lifelike, voice activated, programmed to follow her every command and deliver her desires.
    She’d see about that. She’d been afraid to ask any man for what she really wanted, so getting the new Orgasmatron was the perfect option.
    Geez, he was hot. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as her body vibrated with need, her pussy dampening as it prepared for him. She couldn’t wait to sink her hands into the lush black hair crowning his head or to gaze into his eyes, which were closed right now. She knew they’d be blue. The toy was made in the image of Vibe-com’s founder and CEO, Friday McCall.
    “Narcissistic, isn’t he?” she mused, examining the thick muscles barely hidden by a white T-shirt and jeans that appeared worn. Was the Man Friday’s build true to the actual man?
    She jumped as the bot’s eyes popped open. Deep, alluring blue.
    “How may I serve you?” he asked.
    Serve? Um…? She whipped up the instruction book so she could give him the right command. A list of several options was conveniently located on page two.
    “Option Two,” she told him, following the script provided for the best bot recognition.
    “BDSM.”

    “Very good,” he replied. “Safe word?”
    She quickly flipped the page for the section on Option Two. “Bed.”
    “I’m sorry. Invalid option. Please choose something unrelated to sexual activity.” Hmm, right…okay…
    She looked around the room. “Apple,” she amended, spying a bowl of fruit on the counter.
    “Thank you. Your safe word is apple. Name, please.”
    “Prysm,” she told it…him…the, uh, bot.
    “Prysm,” he repeated with an added growl to his voice. “Remove your clothes. Now.” She blinked at Friday—her Friday bot, anyway.
    “Now, Prysm,” he repeated, those life-like eyes probing hers.
    She swallowed, hoping this wouldn’t be too much for her. Well, what the hell. She had her safe word, and the bots were programmed to recognize the orgasm and slowly downgrade until reaching the off position. Time to try out her new toy!
    Quickly, she tugged off her shirt while she kicked off her sandals. She shimmied out of jeans.
    “Everything,” Friday commanded when she straightened in just her panties and bra.
    Oh, they’d done a great job with programming. The gravel in