She has to, and fast!

Naomi put her head in her hands and sighed deeply. Well, she supposed her own curiosity had got her into this mess. And it wasn't Mr. Bingley's fault, he's just a silly little robot. Best to just get it out of the way quickly and then convince the robot to get rid of that hideous attachment. She sat the construct down on the room's rickety wooden chair and kneeled in front of it, tucking her legs neatly under herself. Without quite looking at Bingley, she reached out and wrapped a delicate hand around the thick blue shaft, face reddening. It was, she had to admit, a pleasing texture, firm yet a little soft. It was also strangely slightly moist - she reasoned with a shudder that the darned thing probably secretes its own lubricant. Whatever it was, it meant that when she started to slowly pump her hand up and down, it made a truly scandalous, wet sound. She had to get this over with as soon as possible.

Bingley sat there like a broken marionette, its impassive lens staring at her. "Mistress. For Expedience. Bingley Recommends Two. Hands And. Tighter. Faster Movement." Naomi reluctantly followed the robot's advice, hands flying up and down the synthetic cock, the lewd squelching noise becoming louder and louder. As she exerted herself, she felt one of the straps of her nightie slip down her shoulder. She imagined her friends walking in, finding their noble paladin on her knees, plunging cleavage exposed, desperately jerking off an emotionless little brass construct's huge blue cock with both hands - and she started sweating and blushing even harder.

She tried to think of ways to speed this shameful event up, vague memories of her old boyfriend and his demands coming back to her. Techniques like playing with the head with one hand and lightly twisting the other as she pumped it. Bingley's eye span and flashed. "Mistress. You. Are Talented. You Have Done. This Many Times Before. Correct." Naomi gasped, offended and yet oddly pleased by the compliment. "Mr Bingley! No, I have not done this many times before! But, um, I'm glad you're... enjoying yourself? I suppose. Do you think you could please finish now?"

Bingley buzzed and whirred. "I Believe. The Extremity Is. Almost Satisfied. Perhaps. Use Your Mouth." The thought horrified Naomi, but... she wasn't sure how much time had passed; it was almost hypnotic, the feeling of this big blue dick in her hands. The could be back any minute!

Sighing internally, she leant down and popped the head between her lips, swirling her tongue around it. Anything more than that would be more difficult, because of the girth of the thing. She knelt there, hands working at speed, strangely warm, synthetic-tasting dick in her mouth... it was all making her feel very strange.

She released the head with a gasp when she felt a strange texture on her breast - it was one of Bingley's hands, snaking down past her nightie! "Mistress. My Sensors. Indicate. You Are In. An Aroused State. Shall I. Begin. Sexual Intercourse Mode." Naomi 's eyes bulged as she stammered, "A-absolutely not! Mr. Bingley! Goodness gracious!"

Was it her imagination or did Bingley sound a little disappointed? "Very Well. Extremity. Will Reach. Satisfaction. Soon." Naomi looked around panicking, even as she continued wanking the robot - where should she tell it to conclude its nasty business? There was no way she could let it leave a mess in the room -

Then, suddenly, Bingley let out a series of strained mechanical noises as a large volume of neon blue faux semen blasted out in thick warm ropes, all over her sweaty cleavage, pooling between her breasts and the sides squeezed into the nightie. She looked up at her butler droid in shock and horror, pretty mouth agape, as he drenched her tits in his artificial seed. How the heck was she going to clean this up?!

Below her, in the tavern's backrooms, Garron and Bower smugly shook hands and congratulated each other in the light of the video feed from Bingley's eye.