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Subject: {ASSM} Roberta Rossum, 2/2 cons, anal, surprise -- A "Hot Rags" story by Inosolan
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 14:10:05 -0500
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Roberta Rossum (2/2)
a "Hot Rags" story
by Inosolan

(MF,cons,oral,anal,something special)

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<this, well shame on you, stop reading at once.>

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WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE:
Gort Arbeit and Roberta Rossum, grad students in different computer-
science/artificial-intelligence fields at Enormous State University, meet 
accidentally in the ESU library while doing research.

They have pizza together and go to a Cowboy Mouth concert together, during 
which they get Rather Physical (as much as you can at a show with several 
hundred other people that close).  After the show, Gort asks Roberta where 
to drop her, and she has him drive thru the park, where she takes advantage 
of the darkness to lean over and give him a blowjob as he drives.

Part One ended:

As he softened in her mouth, she kept on gently sucking and nuzzling at 
him, until she let his limp cock fall from her lips.  By now he had had to 
stop the car in a dark shaded corner; she raised up and kissed him 
passionately, her tongue invading his mouth and bringing remnants and the 
taste of his own cum.

NOW READ ON:

As he kissed her and tasted his own cum on her tongue, he was fondling her 
firm, warm breasts and playing with the hard nipples.

With a soft moan, she took one of his hands and moved it downward to the 
top of her thighs, turning in the seat of the big old car to open herself 
to him.  She was so hot and wet!  Effortlessly, two of his fingers slipped 
into her open, juicy pussy, and he began to rhythmically stroke them in and 
out of her opening as her hips began to pump in time to their movements.

"oh... Oh... Ohmighod, I'm going to cum...  Unnnhhhhh..." she groaned as 
her inner muscles clamped on his fingers, pulsing, milking at them in time 
to the spasms of her release.

As she subsided in the seat, her warm juices trickling down her thigh to 
stain the upholstery, she drew back, loked deeply into his eyes and said, 
as she placed one cool hand on his cheek, "I hope it's not too far to your 
place?  And I hope you don't have a roommate...?"

"Not far at all -- I do have a roommate, but he's out of town for the rest 
of the week. Is anyone expecting you home tonight?"

"Not at all.  Drive, my good man." And, as her fingertips tickled his 
slowly re-stiffening cock, she said "...my *very* good man, I think..." and 
chuckled.

 * * * * * * * *

Arriving at his apartment, set high on a cliff overlooking the city and the 
River, after some minor adjustments of clothing in case anyone were looking 
their way they got out of the car and walked up the drive, pressed together 
as closely as they could manage while still being able to walk, arms around 
each others' waists.

As they entered and he turned on the lights, she glanced around.

"Oh, what a lovely sofa!" she exclaimed.  "I want you to make love to me on 
that big sofa, by that big window that looks out over the River!"

"I think that could be arranged," he said, as he stepped up behind her, 
reaching around to put one hand on her fine firm breast and one with its 
palm cupping the warmth and shape of her mound through the fine soft 
leather of her miniskirt, pulling her back against him as he pressed 
forward, his now-fully-erect staff pressed tightly along the crack of her 
ass.

With a little sigh she leant back against him, her legs moving slightly 
apart as he began to massage her pussy's outer lips through the leather, 
and to stroke his hard cock between her warm ass cheeks.  Under his palm, 
he felt her nipple rise to full erection, both hard and hot and flexible at 
once.  With just a bit of fumbling, his fingers slipped inside her sweater 
and began teasing the nipple directly.  She gasped slightly, then reached a 
hand behinde herself, between them, and firmly seized his cockshaft through 
his trousers and began stroking it.

Encouraged, his fingers slipped down to the hem of her skirt, lifted it, 
and then slipped onward to the warm fleshy lips he had already stroked so 
happily once in the car.  As a single fingertip traced her slit from top to 
bottom, pressing just slightly to tease her clitoris each time it reached 
the top, she moaned deeply in her throat and began pressing her groin 
forward and downward against his hand, trying to force more of that teasing 
fingertip inside her needy cunt.

Nuzzling at her neck, breathing the scent of her fine hair, he began to 
lick and nibble one of her small, lovely pink ears. His hot breath and hot, 
tickling tongue tip were the final push, and she moaned through another 
mini-orgasm, her pussy pulsing against his finger as her knees weakened and 
only his hands at her breast and her crotch held her up.

"Oh, my -- t'sat was so vunerdful...!!" she breathed, her slight accent 
thickening as she gave herself up to pleasure.  "Now, I will..."

"No," he said, as he pushed her ahead of him and pushed her down onto the 
huge couch.  "No, you've done enough of the work -- now it's my turn for a 
while."  She lay there gazing trustingly up at him as he steped back and 
quickly shed his shirt and trousers and stood there for a moment like a 
warm marble statue that she gazed on, her eyes focussing on his long, hard 
and thick cock.

She lay there on the smooth leather of the couch, as he knelt beside her.  
Again, he leaned forward, kissing her deeply and lovingly, their tongues 
slipping over and over each other as his gentle hand again caressed one of 
her breasts.

Then his fingers fumbled for just a moment and found and unfastened the top 
button of her sweater. Then the next and the next, and, as the light 
sweater opened itself, that hand reached inside and his fingertips began to 
tease and manipulate first one hard nipple and then the other, as he broke 
the kiss and lightly kissed along the side of her jaw to her ear, nibbling 
and teasing it with his lips and tongue.  She raised her hands, pulling him 
back to her lips, kissing him again and again, then her right hand slipped 
downward, finding his hand where it cradled her naked breast and pressing 
his hand more firmly to her tit.

As his hand moved downward again, she continued fondling and caressing her 
own breasts and nipples, moaning in the pleasure she gave herself as she 
tweaked at the erect nubs.

Now all of the buttons of thr sweater were open, and it fell away to the 
sides, showing him for the first time all of her lovely breasts and her 
slim waist and flat tummy as far as the waist-hugging band of her skirt.

Again he turned away from her lips, turning to begin kissing his way down 
along her body.  He kissed her chin, then nuzzled his lips and tongue down 
the taut line of her throat, pausing at the base of her throat, before 
drawing a teasing line with tonguetip to and up the smooth slope of her 
right breast to the nipple.  Flicking the nipple with his tingue as one of 
his hands began to stroke her belly, he smiled as she moaned and ulled his 
head downward, pushing her breast upward to force the nipple between his 
lips.

"Ohhh, yess... suck my nipples... kiss my titties...  make me feel sooo 
goood..." she gasped out, then gasped with pleasure that was almost pain as 
he quickly but firmly bit at the nub of her nipple.

He turned his oral attentions to her other breast and nipple then, nibbling 
and sucking at that as well, until she was panting, so stimulated that the 
slightest touch on her flushed breasts caused her entire body to shake.

Then his left hand reached downward, beginning at her knee and stroking 
upward along the inside of her stockingedthigh with feather-light 
fingertips, gently playing with the warm tangled hair at the top, and then 
stroking back downward along the other thigh.  His kisses moved downward 
from her breasts, until he was licking her shivering tummy and playing in 
her bellybutton with his tonguetip.

He stroked his whole hand up and down the inside of her thigh now, 
fascinated by the warmth and smoothness of the material of her stockings 
and the contrast in texture it made to her warm skin.  As if he had asked, 
she laughed between gasps for breath and said "Yes, darling ... they are .. 
real silk...  I love the feel of silk  ... on my skin, and I love even ... 
more the feel of a strong man's ... hand through that silk..."

Finally the searching hand waited no longer, finding what it was seeking at 
the tops of her thighs, in the hot mound with its crisp curling hair and 
its hot wet slit... Her pussy lips were already hot and wide open, and her 
oils and juices were runing in droplets down her leg.  He teased one 
fingertip up and down along the outer lips, then played with the petal-like 
inner lips, qently tweaking and stroking them as she gasped and shook and 
tossed her head from side to side, her hips straining against his handm 
blindly pushing her pussy toward the source of her pleasure, trying for 
more ... more!

Suddenly his hands were gone from her body, and she uttered a small mew of 
loss and protest, then quieted as she felt the zipper on her hip opening, 
and one of his hands lifted her bottom from the couch as the other slipped 
her skirt downward and off.

She felt him withdraw a bit, and opened her eyes to see that he was staring 
down at her, seeing her body completely bare for the first time.  His eyes 
roamed over her, and his hand absently stroked his own hard cock as he 
looked first at her fine firm tits with their protruding pink nipples and 
large upstanding aureolae, then downward past her flat tummy and 
bellybutton to her hips and her legs and then back to her hot open cunt.  
She still wore the red spike heels, sheer black hose and old-fashioned 
black lacey garter belt, and she looked like something that belonged on the 
cover of the hottest porn video he could imagine.  

Seeing her like that caused his already painfully-stiff cock to rise just a 
bit more, and she chuckled wickedly in her throat, and then rolled just a 
bit to her left, drawing up her right knee to open herself and expose 
herself more fully to his gaze, looking even more like a porn-box cover 
model, then smiled evilly up at him as she continued fondling her own tit 
with her left hand, reaching downward with her right hand to spread her 
pussy wide open in front of him, and then to press two fingers into her hot 
cunt and pump herself deeply and lewdly...

Then she rolled over onto her tummy, spreading her legs widely and cocking 
her hip upward, still reaching downward underneath herself to stroke and 
fondle her pussy, making sure that he could see from behind how deeply her 
fingers stroked in and out of her dripping cunt.

"See anything you like, sailor?" she teased.

For an answer, he stepped sideways, grasped her beautiful rounded hips and 
lifted her upward, kneeling between her stockinged legs, and then, with a 
single smooth thrust, buried all nine inches of his rock-hard cock in that 
hot tight wet tunnel in her belly.

With a loud groaning sound, she came immediately, her pussy pulling and 
squeezing and milking his cock as it impaled her.  It was all he could do 
to keep from cumming himself, but he held back, determined to give this 
beautiful girl a fucking she would never forget.

Rearing upward a bit, she put her hands on the low arm of the couch and 
began twisting her hips in a way that caused his big dick to stir around in 
her depths like a blunt paddle.  For a moment he held himself still, but 
with a sudden groan he began slowly and deeply thrusting in and out of the 
hot flesh that grasped him so firmly.  Holding her hips to guide her as 
much as to balance himeslf, he pulled back till only the head of his cock 
was within her, then smoothly and slowly drove all nine inches back into 
her, again and again.

Pacing himself, trying to hold back his climax as long as possible, he 
fucked her with passion and tenderness, slowly increasing his pace, until 
he was pounding deeply and rapidly into her willing cunt.  She climaxed at 
least twice more, finally collapsing forward onto her face as she became 
too limp to support herself.

He found himself holding onto the spike heels of her red shoes as is they 
were wheelbarrow handles, using them to guide her motion to match his 
thrusts.

He felt her shake through one more shattering orgasm, and knew his own was 
near.  Cradling her hips again in his hands, he slowed his stroke to the 
slowest he could stand, again pumping his full nine inches slowly in and 
out of her open, slippery cunt.

He placed one hand on her butt, then began to play gently with her anus.  
the little puckered opening opened with little resistance to his fingertip, 
and he slipped his finger inside.  As hs troked her ass in rhythm with his 
cock in her pussy, she again moaned and gasped and shook beneath him.

"Oh, yes...  How did you guess I enjoy to have men to play with my ass?" 
she managed to gasp out.

"A lot of women do -- they just don't admit it," he answered, adding a 
second finger to the first already slipping in and out of her asshole.

"Ooooh... I love it.  I had a lover in the Old Country, all he wanted was 
to fuck my ass.  I had to make him fuck my pussy so it would not get 
jealous, told him no ass if he didn't make my pussy happy..."

"Oh, well... in *that* case..." he smiled, slowly pulling his cock out of 
her cunt, slimy and dripping with her hot juices.  Reaching downward, he 
plunged three fingers into her pussy, collecting her juice and bringng it 
up ward to use to lubricate her anus.  His dripping fingers slipped into 
her butt, opening it and spreading the liquid around, then he withdrew them 
and positioned his cock for the entry.

Slowly her sphincter opened as the head of his big cock sunk into her, and 
he pressed forward slowly but powerfully, opening her wide as it sanke 
further into her back door hole.

"Ohhh... unhhh... go slowly, please -- you are so *big*..."

More and more of his nine inches slid nto her asshole.  Before he was 
halfway in, he stopped, then began an equally slow withdrawal till just the 
head was inside her tight butt, then pressed forward a bit more quickluy 
and a bit more deeply, gradually stretching her for action.

Meanwhile, he and reached downward beneath her and his finger splayed with 
her hard hot clitoris, stimulting her even more.  Her own hand was 
pressing, squeezing and twisting her tits and nipples, sending even more 
pleasure through her already over-stimulated body as she felt the mixture 
of pleasure and of pain as he slowly but forcefully fucked her ass ever 
more and more deeply.

She reached back and began to finger herself as he was -- their fingers 
meeting and playing together as well as playing with her cunt and clitoris.

Finally he pressed forward all the way, his belly touching her ass as his 
cock buried itself fully in her tight, fully-stretched ass.

Now he began to fuck her ass in earnest, stroking ever more rapidly in and 
out of her straining anus, stroking almost his entire length in and out, as 
his fingers dug deeply into her hot pussy and her fingers stroked and 
pinched and tweaked her own clitoris.

"Ohhh... "she moaned "I am going to cum again...  Are you ready?"

"Unnhhh... yesss..." he gasped out, his hips bucking furiously against her 
ass as he slammed her ass again and again with his monster cock.  he put 
his hands on her hips, pressing her forward and backward, using her body 
almost as a sex toy to masturbate his cock as he drove himself to what felt 
as it it was to be the greatest orgasm of his life...

Suddenly with a gasping moan that was almost a scream, so intense was the 
pleasure, he clutched at her hips dragging her back hard against himself, 
and pressed his hips against her ass as if to try to force even more of his 
cock inside her asshole and she felt it twitch and swell inside of her and 
she clutched at her own cunt frantically, triggering herself to one more 
blasting, clutching, tearing orgasm as he pressed forward one more time and 
his balls spasmed and his hot white cum shot up his straining shaft and 
intio her bowels and filled her and oozed out of her ass around his cock 
and dripped between their bodies onto the thighs and the sofa and he thrust 
twice more and another spurt filled her and neither of them had any 
strnegth left and they collapsed forward onto the couch, his cock still 
buried in her ass and they fell downward and the lights went out...

After a few seconds, they both began to return to normal reality after the 
"little death" of orgasm, content to lay there on their sides, his hand 
cradling her breast, her ass still pressed against his hips, as his huge 
cock slowly shrank and slipped from inside her ass.

Carefully, she slipped forward and off of his cock, kneeling in her 
stockings on the floor next to the couch.  She reached out with both hands 
and fondled his shrinking cock, planting a little closed-lip kiss on the 
very tip.  

Then she stood, standing in front of him, with her cunt just about at his 
eye level as he lay on the couch, her feet planted wide apart, her cunt 
clearly visible above the black hose, framed by the lacy garter belt, her 
hands on her hips and her shoulders back to show off her lovely tits at 
their best.  A combination of his cum and her own juices dribbled slowly 
down her thighs and over the tops of her stockings.

"Look at me, Gort Arbeit," she said. "Look at me, because tonight and for 
the rest of this weekend I am yours and you are mine, and i want you to see 
exactly what you have got for yourself."

"Oh, I am looking...  I promise you."

With a smile, she turned and walked from the living room into the kitchen, 
the natural movement of her hips combining with the high heels she still 
wore giving her fine pear-shaped ass a motion that held his eyes magically.

She rummaged in some drawers and cupboards, then ran water for a time; when 
she came back, she held a damp, warm washcloth, with which she carefully 
and lovingly (and erotically stimulatingly) cleaned all traces of their 
recent activity from his cock.

"After all, darling," she said with an evil grin, as he groaned and 
twitched and she licked his cock and balls quickly as he began to rise 
again, "I wouldn't want to be thinking of him not having been cleaned since 
he's been *there* the next time he's in my mouth..."

 * * * * * * * *

For the rest of the weekend, they were seldom out of bed... and, as likely 
as not, when out of bed they were having sex in the bathtub or on the floor 
or in the kitchen (he caught her by surprise as she bent over to get 
something out of a low cabinet and lunch burned rather badly before they 
noticed...).

On Monday morning, he reluctantly gave her a ride back to the ESU campus.

Although they had exchanged phone numbers and made the usual promises, each 
somehow knew that they would not see each other often, if ever again.  
Their weekend had been so perfect, so saturated with rampant sex, that they 
would never equal it again...

Not that each wasn't positive that the occasional quickie at lunchtime was 
a high probabality, either...

She watched him drive out of sight, then, rather surprisingly, turned and 
walked off campus, down a hill and around a corner, till she came to a 
small store. Judging by its sign and its window displays, the store, called 
"Hot ags" was a boutique, specialising in sexy clothing and lingerie, and 
rotic apparatus and accessories.

Roberta opened the door and stepped inside.

The clerk behind the counter, dressed in a duplicate of the costume Marlene 
Dietrich had worn in "The Blue Angel", looked up from her book and the 
notes on Nietsche that she was taking for a Philosophy exam.

"Hi, Bobbie" she said.

"Hullo -- is she here?"

"Sure.  You know the way -- straight back, past the fitting rooms.."

Roberta walked past the fitting rooms at the back of ths store, and opened 
the door marked "Storeroom" without knocking.

Inside the room that she entered, which was certainly *not* a storeroom, a 
taller woman dressed in one of Mae West's better-known costumes sat behind 
a workbench, fiddling with something complex and electrical, gnawing on her 
lower lip as she made a fine adjustment.

"How did it go?" asked the woamn.

"Fine.  He never guessed, Nikki."

"I'm not surprised; we've been working on your training quite hard, and the 
Professor..." said Nikki, the owner of "Hot Rags".

"Oh, yes -- 'the Professor'..." Roberta said in a sarcastic tone, rolling 
her eyes.

"Yes, well... he means well.  Okay, all of your stuff is in Fitting One; 
and we'll take care of the other stuff till you're out again.  Jo has some 
stuff picked out for your next night out that'll knock you dead..."

Roberta walked back to the front fitting room, opened the door and went in.  
A garment bag hung on a hook, and a small grip sat on the floor.

Slowly she removed her soft cashmere sweater and carefully folded it on the 
couch.  She stepped out of her red patent leather spiked heels, and stood 
on the soft carpet in her black hose.  Slowly, rather reluctantly, she 
unzipped her leather miniskirt and stepped out of it, placing it on the 
couch beside the sweater.

She unsnapped the garter belt hooks, and carefully, slowly, rolled the 
sheer black silk hose down each leg, carefully folding them and putting 
them with the other clothiing, then reached behind her and unhooked the 
back of the garter belt waistband and removed it, draping it over the 
clothes she had taken off.

She opened the grip.  Inside there was other clothing.

She slipped with a grimace into a pair of plain white cotton panties, then 
donned a very plain pair of opaque white tights.  Next, from the garment 
bag came a skirt of just less than mid-calf length in a neutral tan colour 
and almost aggressive plainness.  Stepping into it, she zipped the 
waistband.  From under the bench, she picked up a pair of tan suede Hush 
Puppies and stepped into them and tied the laces.

For a moment she paused and stood facing the mirror.

 From the waist up, she was still the tousle-haired braless wild woman who 
had just spent the entire weekend fucking like a mink with a complete 
stranger.

 From the waist down, she was Nancy Nurse.

With an even deeper sigh, she reached into the grip again and pulled out a 
plain white cotton bra, which she donned, fitting her tits as carefully as 
she could into its restrictive cups; she had never understood how any woman 
could breathe properly when wearing such a thing.  Over the bra a nylon 
blouse of equal plainness and a slightly lighter shade than ths skirt. And 
finally a jacket that matched ths skirt to complete the suit.

While nicely enough made, the suit was *not* tailored to show off her 
figure to best advantage -- just an off-the-rack suit that fir her better 
than it sould most, because her proportions matched it perfectly.

She combed her freshly-washed hair, then did it up in a knot at the back of 
her neck that controlled its length without being particularly attractive 
or unattractive.

She packed her skimpy discarded clothing into the grip, then looked at 
herself one more time in the mirror as she perched her glasses firmly on 
her nose.  She sighed one more time -- smiled sadly, muttered "...and so 
Super Slut once more dons her every-day guise as plain little Peggie 
Sue...", turned and left the room. 

If Gort had been passing the store as she opened the door and stepped out, 
he would never have recognised the drab woman with the almost mannish 
stride as the exotic girl he had spent the weekend with; which was not 
surprising as she had ceased to exist the moment Roberta left "Hot Rags" in 
her ordinary clothing, and would not exist again until the next time 
Roberta visited the store and Nikki worked her peculiar "magic" on her...

 * * * * * * * *

Ten minutes later, Roberta walked into the private lab room in the 
Electronics Department where Dr. Capek was working on his Cybernetics 
project.  The Professor, who looked startlingly like the late Boris 
Karloff, was writing some notes as he studied the results of some complex 
simulation he had just run on his workstation.

She stood patiently, knowing that eventually he would turn and notice her 
and she could report.  She was in no particular rush, and really felt 
little concern one way or the other at the prospect that she might stand 
here for an hour or more, as she had occasionally before, before Capek had 
time for her.

Finally, Capek turned to face her.

"Ah, ROBERTA, good!  Did your weekend go well?"

"Yes, Dr. Capek," she replied in a pleasant but completely neutral and 
emotionless voice.  "I interacted with several persons, none of whom seemed 
to detect that there was anything out of the ordinary about me."

"Very good.  Did you encounter any situations where you were unsure how to 
react?"

"No, Dr. Capek, basic routines plus the new heuristic supplements seem to 
handle most situations well."

"What was the most stressful situation in which you found yourself, the 
most difficult to maintain your cover?"

"I ate pizza and attended a rock concert with a chance acquaintance.  He 
seemed to notice nothing that suggested that I was not a normal woman."

(Had Capek happened to look closely at her face as she said this he might 
have been surprised by her faint expression of sad reminiscence.  But he 
was looking at his workstation again.)

"Good, good."  He rubbed his hands.  "Despite the new accumulators, you 
must be a bit low; you might as well begin download and sleep immediately.  
I have some new routines i want to try; I'll get them ready and upload them 
while you're sleeping." And he turned back to his terminal again.

She stepped across the room, opening the door of what, at first glance, 
appeared to be an ordinary, albeit a bit large, steel cabinet.  She kicked 
off her shoes, and turned around and stepped backward into the cabinet, 
closing the doors with handles set on their inside.

Standing there in the darkness, she stepped backward into the supports 
built into the back wall, feeling the spikes of the charger punch through 
the heels of her tights and slip through her flesh and lock into the 
sockets implanted into her own heels.  As current began to flow into her 
internal power accumulators, she reached behind her and found the comp-link 
cable.  Pushing aside the know of hair that covered the back of her neck, 
she carefully probed until she found the seam in her flesh that parted 
under exactly the correct pressure exposing the link socket implanted 
between her shoulders, and connected herself. 

With the connection, her internal processors began their automatic shutdown 
cycle as the computer began to upload her experiences for the last three 
days and download the new program routines Capek had developed.

Just before she lost the last sense of self, she smiled -- because Capek 
had no idea just how successful the combination of a virus in his program 
code and the techno-"magic" that "Hot Rags"'s owner had performed to help a 
confused and frightened young "woman" had been at producing a computer 
intelligence that could pass the Turing Test in an extreme form...  

And he never would.

And in the main computer, the Artificial Intelligence that *was* Rossum 
Series 2, ROB(ot) E(xperimental) R(adical) T(uring) A(ssessment), continued 
to plot her eventual total download and final escape from Capek's 
domination.

And now she had somewhere to escape *to*...
-- 
Inosolan@galaxycorp.com

He who would speak truth should have one foot in the stirrup.

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