Him, Robot

For the next hour, Professor Denise Sandstorm, Graduate of Tharsis College, Mars; Doctorate from Tempe Terra University, Mars; Associate Professor of Robotics Thunderer College, Mars; Professor Asimov University, Earth, gave a most impressive demonstration of the crowning achievement of her life's work. The five hundred pound sophisticated collection of gears, gizmos, switches, relays, transistors, gyros, logic processors, and hydraulics configured in a biped manner named 'Standing Bear'.

However, Lieutenant Hammer did have difficulty staying focused on all that she was explaining to him, for he could not forget that the blonde with the pixie haircut was naked beneath that long, white terry-cloth robe. Every time she moved, he would watch the front of her robe, hoping for a flash of tits. He also could not shake the images of what he had first seen upon his arrival.

At the conclusion, he said, "He, er, it shows potential. Real potential. I'd like to get him, er, it out to the base and let some of my fellow Spacers see it."

Professor Sandstorm had to smile at Lieutenant Hammer's use of the third-person masculine. "You do tend to think of . . . it . . . as a sentient being after being around . . . it . . . for awhile, don't you?"

"Indeed," Lieutenant Hammer smiled back. Despite being a Martian, she did have a nice smile. Extending his right hand, he told her that he would be calling her in a day or two.

That evening, after dinner and a bit of television viewing, Angela and Jawanza began to kiss and embrace. As always, he was attentive to her large breasts, squeezing and suckling those two fun-bags. Fun-bags that Angela had frequently wrapped around his cock and got him off with a tit-fuck.

He went down on her, bringing her to an orgasm. But when she started to reciprocate, he would not let her, telling her he needed to get the K-Y. She knew what that meant. When he returned, she was waiting for him on all fours, that big white ass of hers sticking up in the air like a full moon.

But he told her to roll over onto her back instead, and to hold her legs in the air. Angela shrugged and did as he asked. She would do anything that he asked, and if he wanted to take her anally tonight and that position, so be it.

He took his time in preparing her, kissing her exposed anus and licking around it, admiring the beauty of the nether region she was so willing offering to him. A small gasp greeted the first touch of the cool gel, he probably should have rubbed the clear glob of lube between his thumb and forefingers before smearing it on her.

Once her anus and his prick were glistening with the surgical jelly, Jawanza began to penetrate her. Despite the fact that anal sex was a regular part of their love-making repertoire, he knew that he was rather large and had to proceed slowly in the early stages.

Angela, for her part, tried to relax. Tried not to tense up as her African lover split her into. Or so it seemed to her. Despite her efforts not to cry out, she did grunt and groan as more and more of that long, thick black dick was shoved up her wide white ass.

Holding her legs up the way she was, with her feet pointing towards the ceiling, was not comfortable, but from Jawanza's moans and sighs, she could tell how much he was enjoying sodomizing her in that position so she endured it for him.

Of course, if she would have known that it was her asshole that was being abused, but it was Professor Sandstorm that he was thinking of, her attitude might would have been a trifle different.