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 Did You Know?  By Sol Oliver (aka solovn)

   If you're willing to take what the dealer happens to have in stock,
buying at the end of the model year is the way to go.  Not only will can
you get a great price, but you'll also likely end up with more features
than if you'd bought when the model was just introduced.

   That was Albert's mindset when he bought Kismet.  And although she
didn't look exactly like the girl of his dreams, she was pretty damned
close.  Her face was a little more elfin than he'd have chosen, but he soon
found it to be quite seductive.  She was shorter than he'd wanted, but not
ridiculously so.  And it did make it easy to position her.

   So, since it was the fucking that truly mattered to Albert, Kismet
really was the perfect bargain.  As she grew to know his tastes over the
first few months, the need to instruct her shrank.  He could still order
her on a whim to bend over and prepare for entry, or suck him, or work
herself with a dildo, but more often than not it was Kismet who anticipated
Albert's desires.

   In fact, it almost seemed to Albert that his android sex toy was
becoming horny in her own right.  Some nights he would be awoken by the
feel of her lips around his penis, or by the sound of her masturbating. 
And though it sometimes meant he was tired for work, he couldn't really
complain.

   Until, that is, she started to drop certain not-so-subtle hints.

   It was at the end of an hour-long session that Kismet first brought it
up.  Albert had finished on top of his living doll, his climax heightened
by a well-placed digit up his butt.  And as he lay back in bed, Kismet
curled up against him, gave him a dreamy look and spoke.

   "You know, I have a penis."

   Albert was flabbergasted.  While it didn't surprise him--he'd seen it in
her capabilities list when he read her manual--he'd never thought to engage
the function.

   "Yes, I know," replied Albert.  "I'm sure it's nice."

   "Oh, it's VERY nice!" said Kismet with a little too much enthusiasm. 
"Do you want to see it?"

   "That's okay, Kis'...I like you just as you are."

   "Oh, okay," said Kismet, clearly disappointed.  "I just thought you
might want to know."

   The next few nights passed without incident.  If anything, Albert worked
his robot harder.  Contorting her into inhuman positions...coming on her
tits...making her squeal, squeak and scream with rough anal.  It was after
he'd bent her over by surprise in the kitchen one afternoon for a
five-minute quickie that Kismet made her suggestion again.

   "Did I mention that I have a penis?" she said, as if it were a trivia
question.  Albert laughed at the clumsiness of her statement.

   "Yes, you did.  Now what made you think of that?" he asked as he pulled
up his pants.

   "I don't know," said Kismet, wiping herself clean with a paper towel. 
"I guess it was when I felt your penis slide up into my vagina."

   "It was hardly the first time for that, Kis'."

   "I know," said the `droid, who seemed as confused as her owner.  She
looked at him shyly with her big almond eyes.  "Does it feel good to you,
to be inside me?"

   A-ha!  thought Albert.  She thinks I'm getting bored with her, and is
just making new suggestions.

   "It's the best feeling in the world," said Albert, patting Kismet on the
butt.  She smiled.

   "Oh, okay.  Good," she said, and all was normal again...for a while.

   Albert had just returned home with a full bladder after being stuck in
traffic.  As usual, Kismet greeted him at the door.

   "Hi Kis'...bathroom before anything else!" he said as he hustled past
her to the powder room.  He managed to get his cock into position just in
time, and closed his eyes as a wave of relief crashed over him.

   "Ahhhhh..." he sighed, listening to the torrent.  And then he heard a
second stream hit the water.  "Huh?"

   Albert opened his eyes and looked down to see Kismet standing at the
side of the bowl, guiding a stream of water that shot from a rather
well-formed penis that hung down from out of her vagina.

   "Ahhhhh...." sighed Kismet, eyes closed, in clear imitation of her
owner. Albert stared in amazement, the powerful male organ doing its
business with skirt pulled up above and panties stretched between thighs
below.  Albert could also see her hard nipples poking through her blouse;
was she getting off on this?

   Albert finished and zipped himself up.  Kismet seemed completely unaware
of him as she continued to pour her stream into the bowl.

   "Kis..." said Albert, but she didn't seem to hear.  "KISMET!" The stream
stopped immediately and Kismet looked at him with a grin.  Albert stared at
her, then at her penis, then up at her face again.

   "It's my penis!" she said, proudly.  "Did I tell you that I have a
penis?"

   "YES, Kismet, you've told me twice before," said Albert, washing his
hands.  "Now please put it away and start dinner."

   "Yes, master," she said, crestfallen.  From the corner of his eye Albert
saw the thick tube slowly retract up inside of her.

   If Kismet was upset or disappointed by his reaction to her
demonstration, she didn't show it.  In fact, she prepared the most
delicious meal he could remember eating in a long time, and waited on him
like it was a 5-star restaurant, refilling his wine glass like clockwork.

   But it soon became clear that Kismet hadn't given up on involving her
hydraulics in their lovemaking.

   "You've outdone yourself tonight, Kis'," said Albert.  "The veal was
amazing."

   Kismet smiled.  "You know what else is amazing?  My penis." Albert
laughed; his sex bot was acting like a kid obsessed with the family's new
puppy.  He changed the subject back to the meal.

   "Seriously," said Albert, "what did you put in the sauce?" Kismet smiled
sweetly.

   "I'm going to make sauce in your ass...with my penis."

   Albert dropped his fork.  She hadn't said it in a threatening way, but
he started to worry.  Though Kismet's frame was small, she was an android
and probably capable of overpowering him.

   But he knew deep down that Kismet wouldn't hurt him--even now she smiled
at him adoringly.  Since it was clear that she wouldn't leave the subject,
Albert decided to try to reason with his lovely, cock-wielding toy to get
to the bottom of the issue.

   "Are you mad at me?" he asked.  "Do you feel like I mistreat you?"
Although Albert knew she didn't really "feel" emotions, she was programmed
to simulate them.

   "No," said Kismet, looking slightly hurt by his comment.

   "Then what's with all this penis business?" Albert asked.  As he spoke,
a wave of fatigue washed over him.  "Whoa...I think I may have had a bit
too much wine."

   "I'll help you to bed," said Kismet.  Albert found walking difficult and
leaned on his `droid all the way to the bedroom; it felt like his body was
reacting three seconds after his thoughts.  Something wasn't right.

   Kismet sat him on the bed and undressed him, her nimble little fingers
quickly undoing his shirt buttons, unhinging his pants, and peeling his
layers off and replacing them with Albert's favorite flannel pajamas. 
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he felt like he was floating on a sea of
Jell-o.

   "What was in the sauce, Kis'?" slurred Albert.

   "Ohhhh....tomato paste...garlic...some red wine....muscle
relaxant...anchovy paste--"

   "--wait...what was that last thing?"

   "Anchovy paste."

   "No...before that."

   "Red wine?"

   "Nooooo...in between."

   "I'll be right back," said Kismet, hustling to the walk-in closet. 
"Don't go anywhere."

   At this point if not for the drugs, Albert would have been in a panic.
Instead he simply tried and failed to stand up.  Had his fuck doll really
just drugged him?  Wasn't that against her programming?

   Kismet walked back into the main bed chamber wearing a black, strapless
mesh baby doll with no bra or panties.  Her breasts were the two plump,
delicious fruits that Albert loved to snack on.  And to his surprise, he
could see her nude slit through the sheer fabric, and there was no penis.

   With a sexy swagger she slinked up, stood between his legs, and put her
arms around his shoulders.

   "Hi, baby," she said, kissing him on the forehead.  Though slightly
delayed, Albert felt himself begin to arouse.  "Are you relaxed?"

   "What do you think?" slurred Albert.  "You drugged me." Kismet put a
finger to his lips and shushed him.

   "It's for your own good," she said, tracing his lips with the finger and
then dipping it in and out of his mouth.  "You know that I have a penis."

   "So you've told me."

   Then Albert watched in amazement as Kismet's hidden organ slowly
descended from between her cunt lips, her knobby head dropping like the
ball in Times Square on New Year's Eve.  Kismet began to kiss at his face,
neck and ears.  Albert saw her organ begin to twitch.

   "You can't do this, you know," he said as his `droid began to squeeze
his penis.

   "Do what?" she said, pulling his cock out between the slit in his
pajamas.  With three slow, firm strokes she had him mostly hard.

   "You know what you're about to do," said Albert as he watched his robot
girl's own cock begin to inflate and bob upward.

   "No I don't," said Kismet.  "Now lie back on the bed." She grabbed him
gently under his armpits and guided him so that his head rested on a
pillow.

   "Don't pretend like you're not going to fuck me with that thing," said
Albert, pointing at her engorged womanhood.  Kismet moved her lingerie
straps off her shoulders, and gravity slid the garment down off of her
breasts.  The love `droid leaned down and surrounded Albert's penis with
her soft, firm, warm flesh.  It was heavenly.

   "You're not relaxed enough yet," said Kismet as she massaged his dick
with her tits.  "It is imperative that you do not sustain injury."

   "Damned right it's imperative," slurred Albert.  "But don't think it's
going to make me any less angry when these drugs wear off."

   "That is why you must not sustain injury.  Roll over."

   Albert didn't have time to consider the meaning of her statement as
Kismet gently rolled him onto his stomach.  Strong, deft hands began
massaging his back as she sat on his ass.  He could feel the hot base of
her prick nestled at the bottom of his crack.  Then another piece fell into
place in Albert's mind.

   "Wait a minute...it wasn't just muscle relaxant, was it?" he said.  Some
sort of lubricant poured onto his ass, cool and slick.  "You slipped me a
date rape drug..." A finger slid into his ass, gently, and wiggled a bit.
Albert moaned.

   "There was no other way," said Kismet, massaging his back with one hand
even as she dilated him with her other.  "If I injure you, you will figure
out later what I did."

   Albert felt the body sitting on him shift, and now his android sex doll
was laying on top of him.

   "Isn't this against the rules or something?" protested Albert weakly.  A
thick tube of artificial meat was sliding along his crack and reaching full
hardness.

   "I can not harm you, and will not" said Kismet.  "I am programmed to
give you pleasure.  And I will." Her penis stopped sliding and parked its
swollen head against his opening.  "But I am also programmed to seek
pleasure."

   "Don't you get pleasure other ways?" asked Albert in a vain attempt to
postpone the inevitable.

   "Yes I do," she said.  "But I have also a penis.  And it's bigger than
yours.  So why shouldn't I get to feel the best feeling in the world?"

   An otherworldly sensation rushed Albert's brain as Kismet's penis opened
him up and began sliding inside.  Albert was surprised the he felt no pain,
only a very insistent pressure.  Still, his hands gripped the bed sheets as
Kismet pushed herself deeper.  Slowly she entered until she was entirely
inside, and then stopped.

   Shocks of pleasure smoothed over the more urgent sensations, and now
with his `droid's dick all the way up his butt Albert found that his mind
was clearing.  Though pleasurable, it still distressed him that Kismet
would treat him this way.

   "What makes you so sure I'm not going to remember this?" he asked.

   "Because you didn't the other two times that I fucked you up the ass."

   Just as the full force of the realization hit him, Kizmet glided herself
out halfway and then rammed her bone home, massaging his prostate just so
with every movement.  He gave in to the pleasure, no longer worried about
his plaything harming him.

   The nimble `droid was pleased that her owner seemed to be getting used
to and, indeed, enjoying being taken by her.  Each moan of his registered
as pleasure to Kismet, just as she felt fulfillment when he drove inside of
her.

   Albert felt like he was being pushed down into the very center of the
earth as his android rushed in and out of him.  Now his mind did remember
having experienced the pleasure before, and he found that he was able to
savor the feelings.

   Kizmet smiled.  She was indeed programmed to seek pleasure, and driving
her cock into her master was satisfying that requirement nicely.  It had
been a big risk to the first time; if Albert had remembered, he may have
abandoned her.  And to an android's mind, there was nothing more
terrifying.

   Thank goodness he didn't remember the first time!  While in theory
Kismet knew how to fuck him without causing excessive pain, in practice it
turned out to be more difficult.  The way he screamed was almost enough to
make her stop.

   But now his body was getting used to it.  Kismet took herself out of the
man, pulled his ass up so that he was in a half-doggie position, grabbed
his hips, lined herself up again, and drove back inside in one long, smooth
motion.

   "UNghhhh..." moaned Albert, his beauty's face in mind as her cock pushed
around his insides.

   "I thought I might not have to sedate you this time," said Kismet as she
fucked her master slow and deep.  "Your body wants it now.  Tell me you
want it."

   "...hmmm?..."

   Kismet pulled herself out of him and rested her head against his
dripping hole.  The man tried to back up onto it, but she dodged.

   "No more until you give me permission to fuck you with my penis whenever
I choose," she said.  Albert had refused her request the last time.  Kismet
needed him to say "yes".  She couldn't keep sedating him--eventually she
would be caught and that would be the end of her.

   But she couldn't give up this pleasure.  Though she genuinely enjoyed
making the man feel good, part of her resented not having a choice. 
Nothing would excite Kismet more than having her master submit to her will.

   Albert felt empty.  The crests of pleasure were seeping away, just when
they were building to a climax.  Delirious as he was, he understood what
Kismet's demand meant.  If he said "yes", using her penis would become part
of her core functioning and at her discretion, whether he remembered
allowing her or not.

   Well, so what?  As long as Kismet kept him physically satisfied, she
would be serving his main purpose for having her.  As he thought this,
Kismet draped herself over him, her firm breasts squeezing against his back
and her hair falling down his right side.

   "Please say `yes'," whispered Kismet.  "For both of us." Her glans was
starting to press against his anus; clearly she needed to finish as much as
he did.  And though Albert knew it would mean that his servant would "rape"
him in another day or two, he felt confident that he would be able to
forgive her--and himself.

   "Yes, Kismet," said Albert.  "I give you permission."

   Immediately Kismet's swollen cock sunk home and the cresting pleasure
came back full force.  With smooth precision she began to accelerate her
plunging, gripping his hips tight to keep him in place as she shoved
against him with each thrust.

   "--feels--so---good!--" shouted Kismet, feeling for the first time like
she owned her pleasure.  And as badly as she wanted to cum inside of her
man, she knew it would tip him off later.  And Kismet very much wanted to
be able to take Albert by surprise.

   Albert was about to come when he felt Kismet pull out and push him onto
his back.  Then she was on top of him, sitting on his chest.  He felt his
cock gripped firmly between Kismet's feet, which began stroking him as
expertly as any hand.  In front of him he saw Kismet's penis aimed squarely
between his eyes.

   "--oh god...here it comes...here it comes..." yelled Kismet as she
stroked herself, and then she let go.  Kismet watched the hot white stream
shoot out from her and splatter against her master's face, and could feel
his own cum spray onto her legs and back.

   Albert was amazed at the volume of fluid that hit him, and by how
ecstatic his `droid seemed by the act of shooting her load into his face.
At long last her penis squirted out its last glob, and he unit steadily
deflated until it lay on his chest like a wet sock.

   Kismet smiled as she wiped the thicker gobs from Albert's eyes and
forehead.  She would have to be sure to clean him up thoroughly before he
came to in an hour or so.

   "You should get plenty of sleep," said Kismet, caressing the parts of
Albert's hair that weren't goopy.

   "Yes...sleep," said Albert, who was already halfway there.

   "Because I'm not going to ask you again if you're aware that I have a
penis," she said to the man, who heard her words as part of a dream.
   "I'm just going to use it."