Free Orgasmatron by Brynn Paulin Page A

his demanding voice sounded like harsh desire, and they must have developed some sort of skin recognition software.
    A shiver went through her as he reached out and grasped her arm. “Take off all your clothing.”
    He was just like a real man. There were even slight calluses on his fingertips. This toy was getting an A-plus review so far.
    Friday released her as she reached for the closure of her bra. He watched her closely as she skimmed off her panties then stood naked before him.
    Turning, he took two steps to the couch then turned again and sat. The movement was slightly clumsy, but she forgot that as he beckoned her forward.
    “Kneel before me,” he said. “Open my pants and suck my cock. Now, slave.” A shiver worked through her, and she fell to her knees. This was the best investment she’d ever made! His jeans opened easily, and she found that the designers hadn’t made Friday with underwear—perfectly fine with her. She didn’t want to mess with that anyway. He was also hairless. Interesting but not shocking.
    His fingers drove into her hair as she leaned over him. Nice . Geez, this was good.
    Opening her mouth, she sucked in the wide girth of his cock, loving the life-like texture of the bot’s cyber-skin. To her surprise, he tasted…minty. Experimenting, she sucked harder and was rewarded with a moan. His fingers tightened, and his hips jerked.
    “Enough. Stop,” he rasped before she’d barely gotten started. A slight flaw. The bot moved fast. To her surprise, he dragged her over his lap. “You’re trying to make me come before I can fuck you,” he accused. “That won’t make me forget your punishment.” Punishment?
    His hand clapped down on her bare ass, sending flames spiking through her. She squirmed, but his free arm clamped on her, holding her in place. Panic shot through her. She was trapped in the grasp of her sex toy while he spanked her ass like a…a…machine. The more that wide palm smacked onto her behind, the more heat flooded her.
    “Stop,” she begged.“Stop! I’ll be good.”
    Her pussy was starting to quiver as the fire traveled from her ass into her damp cunt.
    Hell, she was going to come from this spanking, and it felt so damn good.
    Her fingers fisted on a throw-pillow that had fallen to the floor as she let the sensations take her. Her orgasm built in her womb, threatening to explode with each stroke of his hand.
    “You’re a bad, naughty girl,” Friday grated. “You won’t sit until next week.” Probably not, but she was far from complaining as she screamed, release slamming over her. The bot took her to the carpet, his hands manacling her wrists over her head as his cock unerringly found her opening. He pushed inside while she thrashed and tried to free her wrists.
    “You like me in your pussy,” he growled.
    Yeah, she did.
    “Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she begged, hoping he knew the voice command. His hips surged forward, and her reddened ass skidded on the rug. She moaned, pushing up into his powerful thrusts. “Yes, Friday,” she screamed. “Yes!”
    “Take me, Prysm,” he rasped. His rhythm changed, and he knelt up, dragging her with him. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her for his drives.

    “Yes,” she screamed as her climax clawed over her. Reaction ricocheted to her extremities, scalding her with the fire he’d ignited. His pelvis rubbed into her making circles as her orgasm kept on. By slow increments, his pace decreased until finally, he released her.
    As she collapsed to the floor, he stood. His eyes closed, and the Orgasmatron shut down.

    Chapter Two

    Exhausted, Prysm did little but lock her front door and crawl into bed. She’d left Friday in the living room. No one was coming to visit, and tomorrow, she’d have to clean him—and she definitely wanted to play.
    Good lord, Friday McCall was a fucking genius.
    When she woke, she wandered into the living room. Friday stood right where she’d left him. That was good or she’d