Cord Bannister had a surprise for America. While the nation went crazy with the buying and selling of robots and using them in more mechanical jobs, his research went off in a slightly different direction.
Cord was the son of a famous biologist at Harvard-West, and when he brought his project to Nelson Harper, Nelson listened. The Smart Suit idea, like the robot idea, was a project whose time had come – which meant that it should've been invented years ago if most corporations weren't so frightened of really new advances.
The A-C Board wanted to concentrate on robots – with a difference. They knew however that even in the sophisticated America of the 1990's there was going to be some objections to robots that did everything. It was always possible that machine-enhanced sex might lead them into big trouble. Therefore, they went along with Nelson and his Smart Suit project as a hedge.
There was a real rivalry between Cord and Nancy Lyons, which pleased Nelson, but he knew he'd have to move carefully in not favoring either. Cord, thirty two, bright, handsome, virile and aggressive, was an even match for the woman engineer and if they ever got at each other's throats, the fur would fly. So he balanced things carefully.
Cord had his spies in Nancy's group, just as she had in his group. That morning Cord got the report that Nancy's lab was cleared and a final test on Big Sam was under way.
Cord knew that the President and the Board were meeting that afternoon, so he judged that the robot project was going to be reported as finished. It was up to him not to be caught lacking. He would have to test his Smart Suit today as well, and force Nelson to carry the news of its success to the meeting.
What frustrated him right at the moment was not his invention, but the human element. Getting the thiing tested. For that Cord had chosen Marybelle Fletcher, one of his newest lab assistants, and also the best looking. The blonde had a luscious little body, stood five-four and broadcast waves of unconscious sexuality. The problem was she'd been married recently, and she just wasn't going to put on a Smart Suit and let him test the sex results on her. Yet he was determined that she and no other would carry the good news to Harper.
"Marybelle, I want you to put on this lower half of the SS," he told the girl.
She looked at what he held out to her, a pair of pantyhose, it seemed, that was completely transparent.
"Oh, Mr. Bannister, I couldn't take off my clothes in the lab. My husband would never allow that."
"You put them on," he said patiently. "Then you put on your jumpsuit over that."
"Mr. Bannister, it's lunch time and all the other girls are gone. I want to go too. Could somebody else do it – after lunch?"
"No," he said firmly. "It'll only take a minute."
"But the SS has something to do with sex," she protested. "My husband wouldn't…"
Trickery was called for. It had to be that luscious body, husband or no husband.
"The SS does lots of things, Mrs. Fletcher. It cleans the body with ultrasonics. No water required. It helps you walk – it moves your legs for you. The top part broadcasts all kinds of useful stuff to your brain, keeps you out of trouble, protects your body in accidents."
"This test… doesn't have anything to do with sex?" she asked.
"Would I ask that of a nice young girl who was recently married and loves her husband?" he asked sweetly.
She looked doubtful. The other girls in Cord's lab had told her that promotions and raises came fast if you did what the boss wanted. None of them ever complained that he approached them sexually. It was probably all right.
"Well, if I can have the extra time added to my lunch hour."
"No problem, Marybelle."
She went into the ladies, stripped and slid in the "pantyhose" that was the bottom part of the Smart Suit. When the top zipped on, it became a transparent leotard covering the whole body from shoulders to toes. Located in the seams were dozens of microcircuits, cleverly hidden and capable of performing many functions. All you had to do was to know which switches to touch. A human in a Smart Suit was a super person with a five fold increase in muscle power. You could walk or run for miles without fatigue, lift heavy loads, resist any weapon. Sensing attack, it even cut down the damage of bullets. It was impervious to fists, knives or smacking instruments. You could not be mugged in a Smart Suit.
It also warmed or cooled the body as desired, cleaned it with ultrasonics, without water and became an aesthetic pleasure by changing its colors from transparent through the whole spectrum. Cord liked to call it a total environment, because with the top added it broadcast a series of messages to the brain from tiny information matrices that stored whole libraries of information.
Marybelle did not concern herself with all of that as she slipped into the bottom part. She thought it looked sexy, adding its transparent gloss to her skin as if she were wrapped in see-through plastic.
It fit skin-tight and really showed off her considerable attributes, fore and aft. Chuckling at her half-shining body, she started to reach for her clothes when a strange thing happened. There seemed to be a bunching of the material between her legs. Now, activated by some sensor, she felt a rush of the material right up into her privates, like a snake finding its nest.
She gave a gasp as the material peeled right up into her cunt, protecting that as well. For an instant she felt a stab of sexuality. But though she stood frozen, nothing else happened. In seconds it was as if material was not forced up inside of her. It was all right. Confidently she dressed and returned to the empty lab.
Cord sat at one of the control panels that dotted the lab, a slight frown of concentration on his face as he stared off into space.
"Uh… I've got it on," she reported.
"Oh, yes, Marybelle." He acted as if he'd forgotten she were there. He picked up a small black box attached to a cord and looped it around her neck like a necklace, the box hanging like a pendant at her throat.
"You understand that in normal operation the suit runs itself," he told her. "Here in the lab I broadcast signals to it through that computer control on your neck. If you had the top of the SS on, you wouldn't need that."
She nodded and he told her he wanted to try out some standard tests. The first one was to make the suit walk for her. He tapped some controls and the legs of the suit carried her down the lab without any effort on her part.
"Fantastic!" she cried. "It's just like floating. I don't have to do anything at all."
He walked her back towards him and turned on the ultrasonics cleaner. She felt a slight vibration from her hips down; suddenly she knew the lower part of her body was clean, as if she'd stepped sparkling from the shower. Somewhere near the ankle a small vent discharged almost unnoticeable puffs of dry powder.
"That's terrific!" she said.
It was the first time she'd had on even a part of the SS which she began to like. She skipped around the lab, letting the thigh and calf action of the SS do the walking for her. It was a glorious feeling of being able to skim over the ground without any effort at all.
The lab was almost one hundred feet long with work benches for tiny electronics parts, molders, trimmers, outlets for gas, air and water, and great rolls of duroplast, the transparent, silky material used in the SS. She flowed through the aisles, humming happily. She learned at once that if she moved her legs faster, the suit helped her walk faster. If she slowed down, there was a second of resistance and then the sensors of the suit slowed it down to the pace she wanted. That part alone sold her on Cord's invention.
Suddenly Marybelle felt the control of her legs taken away from her as Cord punched some buttons and the legs of the suit made her march back to where he sat at the control panel. It was that little black box he'd hung around her neck.
She felt uneasy about this, but he smiled a disarming smile and said: "I just want to show you how the suit protects you."
He clenched a fist and took a terrific swipe at her belly. She gasped and winced as she saw the awesome blow coming. The suit was quicker. Acting with nanosecond speed, it shot out energy to protect the wearer. The fist never landed. Deflected, the fist shot off to one side almost pulling Cord from his chair. He laughed at the expression on her face as she felt only a light tap where the blow might've landed. It was hardly a finger flick.
"Fantastic!" she breathed.
He grabbed a two foot long metal rod and tried to spank her full force across her rounded buttocks. The blow never landed. The rod shot to one side and flew from his hand at the sudden deflection. Again she felt only a slight tap on her rear.
Growling, he seized a knife and tried to stab her right in the belly. She screamed.
The tip of the knife broke as the suit reacted and her leg, driven by the suit, not her, kicked out and sent the knife flying high in the air. Once again, she felt nothing.
"You see?" he said.
"Oh, Mr. Bannister, this is truly a great invention."
"There's plenty more."
He punched another button and worked a rheostat. Instantly Marybelle felt her body relax. Her mind seemed to turn to flowing honey, euphoric and pleased. Cord was her best friend in the world. The lab was the greatest place on earth to be right now.
She felt hot in her clothes. She had to take them off. She didn't want to, exactly but she HAD to. Off came her blouse, while she stepped out of her boots and slacks, reducing herself to her panties, her bra, and, of course, the gleam of the SS pantyhose.
"I… I…" she went.
She felt so confused. It felt great to take off, her clothes. It was important to take off her clothes. Yet a resisting part of her told her she shouldn't strip in front of her boss.
"Don't you think I'm good looking?" she said. "Don't you think I'm s-s-sexy?"
She turned around displaying her body. She wanted to stop displaying herself in this bawdy fashion, but she wanted to get more of that honey cream feeling, too.
"I'll bet you want to f-f-fuck me," she stammered.
It was a word she never used, a shocking word she wouldn't even let her hot, loving husband use. Yet the instant she said it, things happened. Something came alive between her legs, up in her cunt. She felt a glorious warmth spread to her sex parts, making her juices flow and her cunt swell. She felt hot, sexed up.
"I… I… I…"
"The bra, Marybelle," said Cord.
"Oh, I cou… cou… not," she went.
She knew it was that black box at her neck. She tried to lift it off of her neck, but her hands deflected. Instead they scrambled to her bra catch and she unhooked the bra. She exposed her full, naked breasts to Cord, standing there pigeon-toed like a confused, helpless little girl. Her hands went up to cup those gorgeous twin mounds, which were hard-nippled, and presented them to Cord. She blushed. She felt tremors of hot desire all through her body.
"The panties, Marybelle."
"The panties," she gasped. She wanted to scream "NO!". She wanted to turn and run from the lab and the staring man. But the sweet honey excitement inside of her was too powerful. She slipped off her panties, revealing her pink, wet cunt under a thatch of blonde pubic hairs.
"Put your hand down below and make yourself feel good, Marybelle," said Cord.
She had to do it. Her hand slid over the glossy, transparent suit and fondled inside of her cunt. At once she locked her legs on her finger and thrilled as she rubbed her clitoris through the suit material.
"Do you ever masturbate, Marybelle?"
"NO, NEVER," she cried.
"Well, maybe now's a good time to learn," he said. He gave the direct order. "I want you to excite yourself as far as you can."
It was fantastic. She'd never felt so sexed up in her life. She used one and then two fingers inside of her cunt, her heart pumping in excitement, reveling in displaying her sexuality to this forbidden man and yet shamed that she wanted to do it.
She arched up her loins and moaned in deep pleasure as her belly caught fire. She knew the suit did something to her sex parts. The sleeve that had wormed up into her cunt provided a hardness and a slight motion just like – just like – well, a cock! Her fingers added pleasure.
"Ah," she went. "Oh, hah!"
Cord thought she was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. Her rounded, blonde body was a fabulous thing to behold. Her high, perfect tits were bold in exposure and red with excitement, nipples flexed hard. Her soft, graceful torso showed a fast beating heart above her belly. Her abdomen was ever so slightly swelled, suggesting loin richness of a nubile female. Her V was exquisite, as were her tapered thighs and legs. Add a pretty, if not intelligent, face up above with an incredibly shapely little ass down below and she was a rich little fuck animal – there was no other way to say it.
He got up from his chair to take off his pants and relieve his aching hard-on. He slid out of his shorts so that he wore only his socks and short white lab coat. He was a little dizzy now with desire to plunge into that rich body and pillage her charms.
He sat back down in the chair which did not have arms.
"Come here, Marybelle." He touched a control.
Her legs did not move. The suit moved her legs as she came to stand before him, red-faced in excitement and embarrassment, her fingers still hooked under her pelvic ridge as commanded.
He pulled her fingers away. "We'll try something else," he said. He could not help teasing her a little. Marybelle belonged to that group of rich-bodied, sex capable young women who constantly denied their sexuality and insisted they were nice girls with never a carnal thought in their heads while all the time they screwed their brains out with some guy. If they were honest and admitted that they turned guys on and turned themselves on, he wouldn't have minded. He hated hypocrisy.
"I think you want me to fuck you, Marybelle," he told her. He pulled her to his lap where his big cock jutted up, hard and hungry.
"Oh, no, I… I want to fuck," she wailed.
"At last, reality," he smiled.
He pulled her unresisting body onto his lap, relishing the body heat of the sexed-up girl. He fitted his prick to her cunt, protected by the sleeve of the suit, and fucked up into her body. She oozed down on his cock gasping as he penetrated deep into her vagina.
"Oh, I… Ohhhhh," she gasped.
He dug hands into her soft nude flesh, enjoying the feel of total girl. How many times had he fantasized this moment? She was just too luscious for men to resist such thoughts. Her hot cunt felt fabulous along his prick. Her wetness seeped through the porous sleeve as it was supposed to, and it lubricated his member with sweet girl juices. He held her buttocks, slick and contained in the plastic, and gave himself over to the divine pleasure of driving his tight-held rod in and out of her belly.
The sleeve did its part. It flashed hot signals to all her interior pleasure nerves, making her quiver with desire and joy. She could not help rocking up and down on this alien and forbidden prick.
"Uuuuu… so deeeep in meeeee," she gasped.
The sleeve had something for the male too. Cocks reacted well to varying pressures. There were subtle, sexy changes by the sensors to thrill his penis with different friction tensions. It would tighten to slow him up and half craze him with cunt resistance. It would losen to make him fuck faster to keep the high fire raging. It also monitored her clitoris to make sure the pressure was steady and demanding.
Cord ran his hands up Marybelle's smooth naked back and brought her torso forward as he began to ravage her glorious tits. As he bit and sucked her hard nipples she squirmed and cried, "Can't staaaaand…"
She broke. In her confused, creamy condition, with all inhibitions removed by the suit, she had already thrilled to her ultimate erotic limit. The shock, pleasure and wildness of sitting in her boss' lap and being thoroughly fucked by him sent her into a pleasure overload. The suction on her tits was the last straw.
"Hoooooooooo!" she cried in ecstasy and gave up her womanhood.
Cord felt her come with powerful girl thuds along her vagina. She clutched him for dear life, that hot, supple body grinding to his and gave up her womanhood with luscious throbs of submission. He felt it clear up in his belly. He kept up the stabbing, rocking fuck to stimulate her through her joyous run, hugging her tight and eating one tit.
"Uuuuuuuu," she mumbled, jerking and throbbing in delicious joy until her nerves could flash no more messages of good feeling.
She went limp for a few moments. She existed in a purple world of total physical joy that was so different from her prior sex experience that it was like being a different person. All her life Marybelle had had a strong sex drive. Her parents, seeing her beauty and her growing sexuality, had lectured her long and earnestly on morals and the need to restrict her love.
In her encounters with men she always had to feel that love sensation that was sometimes hard to maintain when there was a hungry bitch animal to be satisfied, under the niceties. Only when she was drenched with love phrases was she able to let go.
This time the decision was not hers. The suit decided all. Therefore she had no obligation to search for love or other excuses. Her animal body seized the luscious sex sensations and went to town. She almost fainted from the power of her first orgasm.
"That's one, baby," he said softly. "Shall we try for two?"
He reached under to touch the control that retracted the suit sleeve from out of her cunt. Another control opened it so he could expose her naked flesh while he pressed the sleeve back out of the way in her crack.
He fucked up into her natural cunt with a grunt of pleasure. Now it was bare cock and bare cunt, fucking. Even in his cleverest design moments Cord realized that the sleeve could only be a stimulant but that for finishers people wanted naked cock against naked cunt.
Surprisingly, it didn't feel quite as good as with the sleeve, proving he'd done a fantastic job. But it was more satisfying to drill the girl this way. She was plenty hot, tight and wet.
"Oh, oh, baby, you are one luscious fuck."
"I… I…"
She was what a man always wanted in the final joyous throes of sex, a hot witch belly thrusting and pulling on his cock without a messy ego to babble, scold, lie or distract from the hot animal contact.
He pulled her body back against his only this time he let those full breasts ride on his chest while he sought her mouth. Wet, rich lips parted like ripe petals to admit his male, questing tongue. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mough. He kissed and sucked on that wet orifice, thrilling her and himself with the wild kisses, sucking her saliva, grabbing her tongue to chew on it and make her whine.
Down below he fucked into her with long, luscious strokes that sent him half out of his mind. All her richness and ripeness, all her wetness and vulnerability was his. He especially wanted to lay his gouts of male seed deep in her loin mass in some defiance against her monotonous, overdone lectures about her love for her husband and her faithfulness.
It came as he drove his tongue once more into her mouth, soft and weak from his assault. His cock thrilled to the limit and he felt the exquisite, impossible moment when his body lost all voluntary power and swept to orgasm. There was the gasping moment of stillness and extreme ecstasy as the orgasmic fist rolled out its pleasure over all muscles. Then he spurted.
Wham, wham, wham. Leaping gushes of jism burst in her cunt as he seeded her at last, feeling the wild joy down to his toes. No true male could be around a girl like this, so made for fucking, without wanting the final release of burning her womb wall with his seed. He let it spume in magnificent joy and relief, holding her tight to take it all. She whined and quivered – began her own orgasm, her second, which surprised him. The suit had really set her up. But it was his own pleasure he pursued now. He held her ripe little butt and shot it all off, aware that his cock had rubbed against her pink, shiny uterus as he seeded her.
"Uh, uh, uh… you… greatest," he grunted in dizzy delight.
She moaned and her vagina thudded against his shaft like a silken glove as she throbbed off her own ecstasies. My God, how could a woman who was supposed to be fucked out and completely possessed by a new husband come like this? Her body seemed hungry to be cock-lashed, even starved.
"Taaaaa-two," he gasped counting her second orgasm. She merely quivered, jerked and sucked off the last of his majestic spurts, squeezing her own delight on his prick.
Glowing, euphoric, Cord rose and carried her to the nearest flat lab table. He spread a towel and laid her on it. She seemed as dazed and passed out as a drunk. She made a few happy sounds in her throat, but her eyes wandered, unfocused.
He replaced the sleeve to clear her vagina, which it quickly did, turning his jism into dust and passing it down to be expelled. She was clean again.
He stared at her, lovely in her nude, relaxed euphoria.
"Marybelle, something tells me you've never really run out your entire orgasmic potential."
He reached down and activated the sleeve inside of her cunt. It began to imitate a cock, stiffening and sliding in and out of her vagina. Far from being distressed by the continuous sex action, she gasped in pleasure and began to undulate her loins.
Well, it was part of the test. He dried off his cock of her delicious and pungent cunt oils with the corner of the towel and watched her rise to her third orgasm, thrashing her butt this way and that on the table, her hands rubbing down her thighs, but not invading her box. She didn't need to masturbate.
"Ah, I… so hot… so high… looooove it," she crooned.
It was delightful to watch the SS fuck the girl. She twisted and writhed in absolutely graceful arcs and motions, locked in her special world of pleasure. From time to time she lifted her round rear to strain upwards for the beginning of her third culmination. Then she would fall back to writhe some more. The intervals got shorter.
His buzzer rang. It was Nelson Harper.
"You left a message to see me, Cord? I've been… uh… busy in the other lab."
I'll bet you have, thought Cord. You're plotting some presentation for the Board with that sexy bitch engineer, Nancy Lyons and her stupid robot.
"Got a hot test going with the SS," Cord told Nelson. "I think you'd better come to my lab right away."
"It's lunch time, you know."
"I think you'll enjoy this better than lunch," said Cord.
Nelson came into the lab and stopped frozen. He'd arrived just at the moment that Marybelle strained up and reached her third orgasm, crying out, "Ohhhh, I'm fucccccked!"
She paid off her girlhood to the suit with hot gasps and lunges of her swivel hips.
Nelson blanched. "Why, that's the Fletcher girl, the one who…"
"She's been recently married and is crazy about her new husband," said Cord calmly.
"But you… she… should you…"
"This is her third orgasm and she loves it."
Nelson clamped his mouth shut. He had implicit faith in Cord Bannister. Besides, the sight was awesome. The blonde girl was a real beauty, and to see her in her sex throes, the lower part of her body glistening in the SS, was a real thrill. His cock thickened at once.
After a moment he asked, "Can't she hear us?"
"Think of a drug high," said Cord. "The person knows everything that's going on, but the consciousness is altered. They see reality differently from normal life. She's on a sex high just now. We're running out her orgasm potential. This is only her third."
"How… many?"
"Eight, ten, who knows. This is one highly sexed female."
"You can say that again," said Nelson. Despite his hot sex with Nancy not so long before, his prick was rock hard in his pants. "I don't suppose we could help her?"
"Sure, Nelson, if you want. It doesn't matter how she reaches those orgasms, by the suit or some other way."
"I-I," stuttered Nelson, blushing. He was on fire to touch the blonde.
Cord moved out cooly from behind the table. Nelson saw he wore only his lab coat, was naked down below. His manhood was half-hard.
"Watch this," said Cord.
He stood behind Marybelle's head on the table. He eased it back so it hung down from the edge. He slid his half-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, immediately plastering it with rich saliva. Her hands below stroked her thighs as the suit worked her for her fourth orgasm.
"My God," said Nelson.
"Be my guest," said Cord, waving a hand.
In seconds Nelson had stripped and they positioned the girl so that he could walk into her V and introduce his cock into her cunt. He slid his blade between those glistening thighs, found her nest and shoved.
"Ahhhh!" Nelson went.
"Ohhhh," cried Marybelle. She locked her legs around Nelson's hips, pulling him close.
He closed his eyes in ecstasy and began to fuck into her. "Always wanted – seeing her in the halls – fabulous body…"
"It's all necessary… oh… in the interests of the project," said Cord. He gave a low moan of joy as he fed his now-stiff cock, gleaming with soft saliva into the girl's mouth. She sucked it eagerly.
For her it was in incredible world that she couldn't believe existed. For the first time ever in her life Marybelle felt free and open to express her deep sex needs to the limit. After Cord first plunged his prick into her she ceased to resist. She enjoyed the first two orgasms and found herself pushed into a magic world where she had only to indulge her body, hungry for this wild freedom she'd never dared to approach before. She'd forgotten all about her husband, her position in the lab, her fears and inhibitions. It was a fabulous high to be so open and animal, without having to sing about love or worry that she might repulse her lover by being too lascivious.
"Ah, ah, ah," she cried happily, losing Cord's cock for a moment. It seemed utterly natural to her that she should find two pricks thrusting into her body – that was what it was for. She loved the meat taste of Cord's rod and she loved the sweet friction of Nelson's member down below.
"Hey," said Nelson. "This sleeve inside of her – makes its better."
"Of course."
"I… heeee… ohhhh… maybe come too soon…"
Cord showed him the proper tiny button. At once Nelson felt a thickness in his loins from the sleeve, preventing him from premature ejaculation. The feeling was the same as with the robot cock, the principle was the same.
"Oh, Cord, we're going to make millions!" sang Nelson happily.
"I suppose you tested the robot."
"Works great. Ahhhh."
"I want in on that meeting this afternoon," said Cord. "I don't want to be washed out by that big, dumb machine."
Nelson held the rounded, soft hips of the girl and fucked deeply into her cunt, feeling her twist and moan in delight at his prick.
"Sure, Cord. Anything. Ohhhh! Anything you want!"
Nelson was on his own delicious high.
Cord was fascinated now with his cocksuck. By holding the girl's head a certain way, over the edge of the table, he had almost a straight shot past her mouth into her throat. He thrilled, held his breath and put his hand on the soft length of her white throat. Then he bunted right past her gag point and down her pink tunnel.
The cock went deeply into her throat, her mucoid walls thick to his shaft, hot and wet and sexy. He imagined his hand on her throat felt his cock through her soft flesh. It was wild.
He dared not hold it for long – the poor kid had to breathe – but he concentrated now on whipping his cock up to fury. She was right with him, sucking, licking, tonguing and biting, driving him higher and higher towards throw pleasure.
"Oh, baby, you'll have a great second load inside," he moaned.
Both men broke at once. Nelson felt the deep warmth in his belly as too much to hold back mechanically. He released the sensor on the sleeve. He strained forward holding the girl's belly to his.
"Now!" he cried.
"Oh, gooone," sang Cord at the same time. Her wounding teeth had nibbed the rich nerves at his cock head beyond his control. He strained just as Nelson did. He went dizzy with delight, shoved his prick deep in Marybelle's throat and let go.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. At the same time, he felt her body jerk as she took Nelson's spuming glory shots. It was a good thing that he had deep-throated the girl, because the double explosion in her body triggered her fourth orgasm. She could hardly make any sound because her throat was filled with bursting cock but she twisted up in utter ecstasy and Nelson called, "She… going."
Cord gave a humorless laugh of relief, against Nelson's satisfied animal grunts, and the girl's gurgles. Hot sperm shot into her body to delight the two men who had so long desired to target her. She reached the ultimate heaven of her sexual limits, never reached before. Her cunt throbbed, her belly expanded and contracted, her buttocks tensed and untensed in run after run of pure bitch joy. She was made for fucking, she did have a heavy duty sex system. She flew right out in space with exquisite pleasure glazing every nerve in her body, throbbing, succumbing.
Even as the two men finished and her own cunt runs tapered, she knew she would never complain about or reveal this double adultery. It was a new, secret and magic world that she wanted to keep to herself, sharing only with her boss and Nelson. It was the living end!