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Subject: {ASSM} Samantha's Tale {DB_STORY} (M/Herm-'bot, rom, ScFi, asfr)
Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 07:10:03 -0400
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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)

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- - -

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.  Samantha really 
is fully functional in every male way. 

<end>

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