Finish up and take Sam home.

You and Sam spend about another hour or so eating and talking. You give her a bit of your steak and the rest of the wine, your mouth salivating as you imagine how it'll pay off in the end. Besides, her girl cum wine is more than enough - she'll probably help you make some for home if you buy a few bottles. She leans happily on your arm as you pay and leave the restaurant.

...

You look at the time on your phone and yawn - it's quite late when the two of you walk into your house, your coffee machine chiming happily. "At least it didn't walk back to the kitchen," you think, a little perturbed that it seems to know you're both home.

"Are you tired?" Sam asks.

"Uh yes, yes I am," you murmur, rubbing your eyes. "Dumb squishy body," you think. "I don't suppose you get tired, do you?" you ask her.

"No, but I can still run out of power," she says, sitting down on the couch and petting your coffee machine.

"Of course she does that," you think, smirking. "I uh, read in your manual that you have some sort of reactor - don't you run on that?" you ask.

"Do you have access to plutonium-238 of at least 25% purity?" she asks.

"Uhhh, no," you mumble.

"Yeah, legal said that most people wouldn't - the engineers argued with them fooorever. But eventually they gave up," she stands up, turning around, "and uh, put some nice," your eyes widen as she smacks her ass, "juicy PH4T biobatteries in me," she grins, gripping her behind.

"Uh, how do I charge you up then," you murmur, walking over and gripping one of her cheeks, squeezing it, marveling at how it feels entirely like a normal squishy butt.

"I'll show you - wait here," she says, smiling and disappearing into your kitchen. You sit down on your couch, next to your coffee machine. After a moment of hesitation, you start to pet the top of its chrome-colored frame, and it chimes contentedly. After a few minutes Sam comes back, holding a steel-grey rod with a cord trailing from it, and wearing a pair of your pajamas, oversized on her athletic frame. "I uh, hope you don't mind - these are really comfy," she murmurs.

"No no, I don't," you say, watching as her big cock makes itself known by swinging back and forth in one of the pajama legs.

She stops before you and hands you the rod, before turning around, presenting her butt to you. "I think you know where that goes," she coos, her eyes lighting up and grin widening. She tucks her thumbs in the pajama pants waistband, pulling it down slowly as she bends forward. She exposes her tight little black hole, while keeping everything else covered.

"You're a tease," you murmur, grabbing one of her cheeks and squeezing it, pulling it to the side to spread her asshole just a little bit. She shivers slightly as you place the end of the rod at her entrance. "Uh, do I uh, need to lube this up?" you ask. "I should probably actually read that manual," you think.

She chuckles. "No babe, I self-lubricate back there too - the engineers thought of everything, even though they were distracted most of the time," she grins, peering back at you, the blues and purples of her irises slowly swirling.

"Alright," you say, slowly pushing the baton in, as she sighs and flushes. "How uh, how far does it go," you say, grinning slyly at her. You push the baton a 1/4th of the way in. "Surely that's too far," you say, pulling it back.

"Heh, deeper," she says, flushing.

You push it half way in, before pulling it back out a 1/4th of the way, and then pushing it back up 1/2th way, and repeating the motion. "This must be as deep as it goes," you say, slowly fucking her butt.

"Mmmm, uh, deeper," she sighs.

You push it 3/4ths of the way in, before quickly pulling it out to 1/4th, repeating the motion, quicker now. "Really, it goes this deep?" you say with mock surprise, watching as her ring twists in and out, in and out.

"Mmm, babe please, I don't wanna ruin your PJs," she mumbles, red-faced. You glance down. The fabric of the right leg is pulled tight around the back bend of her knee, tiny rips appearing as her cock strains to escape. A small dark circle is apparent in the crouch area, slowly growing.

"Hmm, I guess you're right, I do like these," you say, finally pushing the baton all the way in as she sighs quietly. "Then again, I could always get new ones," you say, rapidly pulling almost entirely out as she peeps. "But that's a bit of work," you say, jamming it all the way back up. You let go and give her buttcheek a final squeeze, before leaning back on the couch.

"Hmm, thank you for helping me," she says sweetly, standing and pulling up the pajama bottoms, still glancing behind herself at you.

"What are you going to do now?" you ask, watching as the strain on the leg fabric lessens and finally dissipates.

"Oh, I don't know - plug myself in, maybe watch some TV, read a few of your books," she coos, stretching her arms up. You impulsively jump up and embrace her, holding her tightly. She giggles and grips your hands with one of hers, before grabbing the back of your head. "You uh, you should go rest," she murmurs, rubbing the soft skin of her cheek against yours. "Believe me, you're going to need all your energy," she whispers. You kiss her cheek and pull away, suddenly jittery with excitement. "Goodnight," she smiles.

"Goodnight," you say. Your coffee machine chimes goodnight. "My coffee machine chimes goodnight?" you think. "Uhm, goodnight? Coffee machine?" you say. It chimes happily as Sam pets it, and you silently walk to your room, wondering.