2 comments/ 16710 views/ 9 favorites The Mad Scientist By: Emma1994UK Oh how I hate the university's funding committee. It's filled with morons who wouldn't recognize a good idea if it beat them over the head with a mallet. I had an awesome design for a lense for high energy lasers; but no, they gave it to Dr. Hansworth instead. I could hardly stay awake during his pitch about high tensile strength glass. My project has boundless industrial and military applications; his will make cute coffee tables that could hold twice as many magazines. I can't imagine how the university finds people so stupid; but when they do they immediately put them on funding committees in order to make the professor's life hell. It doesn't help that my graduate students are all buffoons as well. I always get stuck with the worst ones. Not only do they not understand my genius but they're lazy too. Each one of them would rather drink and screw than study or work. I was still fuming about it as I headed back to my loft. Allen greeted me at the door with a kiss and asked, "How was your day, dear?" Allen is my man; he's tall, muscular, has a brilliant smile, and best of all he's a robot. I made him when I realized that all men were intimidated by my genius. That's why they never call me back. Allen can fulfill all the functions of a man and he's programmed to never leave me. He's the perfect man. "Terrible," I replied, "The committee rejected my proposal." I try not to pout around Allen, but when everyone is against you it's hard not to be bitter. "I thought they might so I picked up some flowers for you and made your favorite." "You thought they would?" I asked, pointedly. "I know that you deserve the grant, honey; but, as you've said before, the committee is made up of old men stuck in the past and your graduate students write poor grant proposals because they don't understand your genius." Like I said, he's perfect. He listens to me and he understands my feelings. That doesn't stop me from complaining. "I was going to say those things," I muttered. "I know, dear, but I left off the last part for you." I sighed. Even with all of Allen's efforts I still felt grumpy. "Come on dear, say it, it will make you feel better." "Fools, I'll destroy them all," I mumbled. "Now that doesn't sound like the super villainess that I fell in love it; like you mean it." "Fools, I'll destroy them all," I said. "Bigger," he said. "Fools I'll destroy them all," I shouted and then I cackled. I always seem to do that. It's for the best; maniacal laughter isn't very feminine, but cackling is perfect for a lady. "Now eat your steak." It was delicious. Allen's a really good cook and he can make wonderful dishes out of the tiny kitchenette. He had gotten me my favorite flowers too, snap dragons. He had arranged them himself and they looked gorgeous. I had the better part of a bottle of wine and felt better. We discussed probability theory throughout dishes. He's fascinating and he never talks about things like sports, art or himself. I programmed him to not be interested in stupid stuff like that. Once I was done with dinner he brought out a chocolate lava cake with whipped cream; it was amazing. I was really in the mood at that point. I didn't say anything. I didn't have to; Allen knew what I wanted. He picked me up and carried me to the balcony where our bed is. He lay me down upon the bed and proceeded to strip for me. I love watching; I built him so that he has a muscular physique and a nice tight ass. He came back next to me and we started to kiss. It felt so nice; his hands were roaming all over my body, and deftly removing my clothes. He had me down to my bra and panties before I knew what had happened. Then he turned me over and unfastened my bra. He rubbed my back until I felt as though I had collapsed into a puddle. I was warm and content when he turned me back over and started kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples. They grew hard as pebbles under his efforts. It was too much for me to take. "Now Allen," I muttered. He tore my panties off me, he knew that I couldn't wait, and he entered me with his large cock. I built it to my dimensions so it fills me up. It can vibrate too, when I want it that way; tonight I just wanted it hard. I wrapped my legs around his ass to draw him deeper into me. I was screaming out my joy as I reached my first orgasm. I had several more before Allen came; I made him so that he ejaculates a viscous fluid and then his cock deflates. He lay down next to me and we cuddled together. As we lay together he suggested, "Why don't we spend the day in bed tomorrow, dear. You've had a rough week." I readily agreed; even though it didn't seem so rough as I lay there in his arms. I no longer cared that I didn't get the grant or that my grad students were incompetent. Allen makes me feel so good that I can't stay angry at the world. That's why I made him; women who don't get a regular stream of orgasms let their stresses build upon one another until they become total bitches. I didn't want that to happen to me. Allen stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I was as I drifted off to sleep. He always does that. The next morning Allen woke me with oral sex. If there's a more pleasant way to wakeup I don't know what it is. His tongue worked up and down my groove until I was moaning uncontrollably. Then his fingers entered my sex. I soon reached a screaming climax then I lay back in bed sprawled out as he went downstairs still nude to make some omelets for us. I lay in bed half making plans of all the things Allen was going to do to me today. In the midst of my reverie that the door of my apartment was flung open. I heard a woman shout, "You bitch." It was Dr. Veronica Peters. She thinks she's my arch-rival and that she's a genius, but is sadly mistaken on both counts. She's always talking like her research is on par with mine; but she couldn't begin to understand the simplest of my papers. I sighed and draped my sheet around me and walked down the stairs. Allen was already confronting her. "What do you want?" he asked her with a cleaver in his hand. "I'm here to talk to Dr. Wister. After all the trouble I went to have Dr. Hansworth suffer an accident the committee chose her..." she paused. "Is that real?" "Yes it's a real clever," he replied. He sounded puzzled "No I meant, your, uh, penis," she said and blushed. I could see she was staring at it. Women are always checking out Allen when we're in public; they think they're being subtle but I can tell. Those whores need to find a man of their own and not make plans for mine. I saw I was going to have to put Dr. Peters in her place. "Yes, of course it's real," I sad and happily put my hand around his ass, "And it's all mine." He smiled and kissed me. "Please," said Veronica. "A freckle faced, flat chested twit like you didn't get a built lover with an enormous cock." That "Flat chested" steamed me. Anyone would be stacked if they were as fat as she was. "Oh, like an overweight slob like you is Miss Popular," I retorted. "I know my limits and I know you didn't catch this one. Did you make him yourself?" "Of course," I said proudly, "He's a robot." I thought that would burn Dr. Peters. She's far too stupid to even know how to make an artificial intelligence; let alone a robot that possessed one. She should have been awed by my genius, but for some reason she started laughing. "Do you want me to throw her out, dear?" asked Allen. "Not yet," I turned to her. "What is so funny?" "You couldn't get your own man, so you built one." "I could so get my own man. Robots make better lovers." "Keep telling yourself that," she said still laughing. "You should rent your machine out, think of all the money you could make." "He's not for rent, he's mine." "I don't blame you, really. I wouldn't rent out my dildo either." "He's not a dildo," I was furious now. "He can talk, he can feel and he loves me." "Only because you programmed him to," she replied. "Get out," I shouted or "I'll show you what else I programmed him to do." Allen can punch through a steel girder; he'd have no problem rearranging Dr. Peter's ugly face. "Sure, honey," she said and walked out still laughing. I was hopping mad, but, once she left, I burst into tears. Allen held me tight and said, "There, there" as he stroked my hair. After a while he said. "You shouldn't let that woman get to you. She enjoys making other people miserable." "I can't help it," I sobbed. "She's right, I couldn't get a man and I had to make one." "You could get a man. You told me about your old boyfriends." They had all been arrogant, egotistical jerks. They only thought about themselves or their own research and never wanted to listen to me talk about mine. "I couldn't get a man I liked," I said, still sobbing. "Don't you like me?" he asked. "Oh Allen, you know I love you very much." "Then don't worry about it. You have what you wanted. You see how miserable that woman is." "But the whole department will be laughing at me." "Then you can destroy them all." I looked at him for a second and then we both burst out laughing. "It doesn't matter what other people say, so long as we have each other," he continued. "Oh Allen," I said and held him tightly. "Did I program you to be so sweet?" "Come on dear," he took my hand. "The omelets are done. After breakfast why don't you set up the camera and you can give me a blowjob." "Sometimes I think I made you a little too male," I said with a smirk. "Would you rather we talk about shoe shopping. "A blow job it is," I said. I dropped my sheet and sat down for nude omelets. We had a dozen recordings of us together. I watch them sometimes when I trapped in boring meetings. The one where I blow Allen are some of my favorites. I made his semen taste like cinnamon and vanilla and it's easy to get out of my hair. Like I said he's the perfect man.