Part 4: Team Brisket 
by Sol Oliver

There wasn't anyone left in the office by the time George left. He didn't like to spend much time there, but with everything that had happened involving his android servant, Brisket, he had a lot of catching up to do. While he was one of the firm's top auditors, he wouldn't continue to be if he let his client base slip away. As he plowed through spreadsheets and talked on the phone, he found it hard to concentrate. He'd taken his wife, Donna, to the airport that morning, and already missed her terribly. Somehow it was always worse when she was the one on the road. And this time, she'd probably be a least a couple of weeks, half a world away in Australia. 

The other reason he had trouble keeping his focus was the android. Her leering face kept popping into his mind, along with flashes of her womanly figure and dangling genitals. Brisket in the shower, wet and hard. Brisket on top of his wife, sliding with speed and grace. Brisket's cock disappearing into his own ass, pushing and pushing. 

His insides tingled with the memories as he drove through a steady rain, and as he passed an executive suite hotel on the way home, he considered not going back to the house at all. But what was he afraid of? Brisket was an android, ultimately incapable of doing anything truly against his wishes. But hadn't she disobeyed a direct order last night? Maybe she thought he didn't really mean it. Maybe it was a mistake to let the Excella dealer re-jigger her thought processors, granting her the Virtual Autonomy. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

Lost in these thoughts, George found himself in the driveway of his house. Funny. The garage door was supposed to open automatically when the car came within ten yards. The rain was coming down in buckets now, and George cursed himself for not bringing an umbrella. But he also parked in a garage at work, so why would he bother with one? No matter. There was a door just to the right of the connected garage, only a few paces away. Grabbing his briefcase, George opened the car door and sprinted for the door. Even in the short distance to the door, rain stung at his cheeks and seeped under his shirt collar. He was relieved to have reached the house. 

But the lock didn't turn as he twisted the knob. Maybe the water on his hands was interfering with the handprint recognition. He wiped them on his still-dry pants and tried again. Nothing. By now, his shoulders were soaking, and the water was beginning to soak through his sport coat and into the shirt underneath. Thunder burst from the sky, and George ducked lamely. Maybe the power was out. No, the lights on the front porch were on, and if there was an outage, the generators would kick in anyway. As he ran to the front door, his feet landed in deep puddles of water, and his soaking was complete. Something told him the front door wouldn't open for him, either, and sure enough, it wouldn't budge. He began pounding on the door. 

"Brisket!" he shouted. Water was leeching into his underwear. "Open the door! I'm soaked!" 

He was about to kick at the knob when the door swung open, and George was surprised to see no one there. Wet and miserable, he walked into the foyer, and the door closed smoothly behind him. As he stood catching his breath, water pooled at his feet. 

"You poor thing," came Brisket's voice from the top of the curved stairs. "You'll catch your death of cold." 

George looked up and watched the gorgeous blonde descend from the second floor. Her pace was leisurely, and George noticed that she was wearing one of his old pair of overalls with nothing underneath. As she walked up to examine him, he noticed that her hands and face were smeared with grease. 

"What's going on with the doors?" asked George as the android wrung out his hair. 

"Oh, I'm sorry about that," she said, taking off his jacket. "I was just making some improvements to the security system. I've had it on and off all day." Brisket pointed at the front door, which opened slightly and closed again. George realized that the android must have spent the day integrating her own systems with the house's, as well as adding more automated functions such as the front door. 

"You really should have asked first," said George. Brisket moved George to the stairs, and he sat down. Brisket took off his ruined shoes and sopping socks, and grabbed him by the arm and helped him stand up. 

"I just want you to be safe as can be," said the robotic woman. "Now let's get you undressed and into the tub this instant." 

Before George could object, he was stumbling up the steps after the shapely automaton, who filled up the ass of his overalls much better than he ever did. Brisket practically threw him into the bedroom suite and then walked to the clothes hamper by the bathroom door and opened its lid. 

"Just put your clothes in there and I'll take care of it," she said, heading into the bathroom. Glad to be rid of his wet clothes, George heard the bathtub begin to run as he undressed, as well as Brisket's voice singing lightly. 

"I am the eye in the skyyyy....looking at youuu-ooo-ooo..." 

George finished undressing and sneezed, and the singing stopped just long enough for her to say "bless you." He was a little nervous about going into the bathroom naked, where the well-hung android was drawing his bath. But he was shaking with cold, and he decided he didn't have a choice anyway. On the way in he dropped his sopping clothes in the hamper. 

"Hop on in," said Brisket, not even looking at him. She was busy gathering up a towel, washcloth, and soap for him, and George stepped into the whirlpool bath before she turned around. The water was at the perfect temperature, full of suds, and warmth seeped back into his bones. 

"Ahhhhh!" said George as he settled in, the water level rising up to his chin. Brisket came over to turn the spigot off and placed George's bath sundries on the side ledge of the tub. 

"Now I'll be right back," she said, trickling warm water over George's head with the washcloth. "Don't you go anywhere." 

George watched her leave the bathroom, somewhat surprised by her accommodating behavior. But as the massaging jets kicked in, he stopped worrying about anything and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth. Relaxing music began to play through the house's sound system, and he half-slept, daydreaming about Donna and their years together. In his mind he imagined her in Australia, a look of concern on her face as she took a confused, innocent creature by the hand, telling her she'd have a home soon. George was always taken by her incredible compassion, and started to get an erection the more he thought about her. Just as he got his hand around his penis, a sound took him from his dozing. 

The sound of peeing. 

George opened his eyes and looked over at the toilet, which he viewed in profile, head even with the toilet seat. Brisket stood in front of the ivory bowl, girl meat in hand, a cascade of yellow fluid streaming from her mammoth cock. The android hummed as she aimed the stream all around the bowl, overalls at her feet. She seemed oblivious to George, body leaned back slightly, and it took a solid ninety seconds for her to conclude her business. Finally, the last of the liquid passed through the thick tool, and she shook it a couple of times to free the last drops, just like George would have. The tingling feeling in his gut returned, and he was glad that the suds hid his own body. Maybe it was because he'd just been dreaming about Donna, but he was still rock-hard. Brisket turned and smiled mischievously at George, aware that he was looking at her. Her cock swung back and forth as she settled in a standing position, one hand on her hip, the other hanging down loosely. 

"What?" she said, as if George should have expected her to take a pee in front of him. He knew that her fuel cells needed to drain now and then, but hadn't ever really thought about it. It was something the Excella model was usually programmed to do when no one was around. 

"Nothing. Nothing," said George in a fluster, trying to convince his hard-on to go away. No use. Now Brisket walked to the tub, and her thick penis hung near George's face. She leaned over, and her firm breasts knocked him in the forehead. She backed up and knelt down a little more until her face was even with his. George was dazzled by her porcelain face and sensual lips, which were parted in a subtle smile. She shook her head, and her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and chest. 

"I need to get cleaned up, too," she said, dipping one dirty hand into the water and grabbing a handful of foam. Under the suds, George squirmed. "You wouldn't mind if I shared the bath, would you?" 

"No, that's okay," said George, not sure what he was getting himself into. "There's plenty of room." 

This was true. George and Donna had bought the tub so that they could bathe together, one on either end. Of course, they always ended up on the same side of the tub by the end of the bath. Brisket stood back up and brought one shapely leg over the side and into the water. Her foot brushed by his knee and found its footing, and was soon joined by the other. George sat mesmerized by her as she slowly descended into the tub. 

"Ooh!" she said when her dick hit the warm water, pausing for a moment and then settling down all the way. "Mmmmmm." 

George was relieved that as she stretched out, she put her legs on top of and to the outside of his own. She began rubbing away at her greased hands, not mindful of him at all. Her breasts floated on the water, framing her pretty face. Now her hands went under the water with the wash cloth, and from the movement of the water, George could tell that she was cleaning off her generous endowment. She smiled at him as her shoulder moved in evidence of her underwater actions. 

"Don't you hate it when your balls get all sweaty?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I guess I do," said George uncomfortably as he pictured her cock and balls being scrubbed up. "And you've got a lot of ground to cover." George felt like an idiot for saying the lame joke. Brisket smiled at him sweetly. 

"My ass gets pretty sweaty, too," she said, lifting herself up from the water and turning around. Now she was on her knees, hind quarters facing him, one hand gripping the tub and the other appearing between her legs to lightly scrub along her smooth crack. George had never noticed how utterly hairless she was down there; neither her puckered star nor her dangling cock sported even a single follicle. He saw her sneak a finger into her ass and quickly out again. 

"Whoops!" she said, glancing behind herself just enough to catch George's eye. "Is it clean?" 

Brisket spread her ass apart, but George decided he didn't want a closer look. In fact, he looked away uncomfortably. 

"Yeah, it looks clean," he said. Partially to his relief, the android stood up and stepped out of the tub. She smiled at him mysteriously as she toweled herself off one part at a time. George found himself a little bit disappointed that she had left the tub, and he returned his hand to "clean" his own penis. Brisket gave him a toothy grin. 

"You don't have to whack off, you know," said Brisket, bringing a hand up to cradle her balls. Her cock swelled up to half-hardness. "I can do anything you want." George swallowed hard, fighting off the tingling feeling in his gut. If he wanted her, he could have her. 

"That's okay, Brisket," he said, looking away from the well-hung 'droid's large, crystal eyes. 

"Suit yourself," she said, still smiling, and she turned from him and headed out of the bathroom. 

In another minute George was less relieved that she was gone and more angry with himself for letting her go, and he sat in the tub hoping she'd reappear. She didn't, and in an half hour the water was tepid and his own erection was fully deflated. Unsure of what his own thoughts were anymore, George got out of the tub, pulled the drain lever, and got ready for bed. 

Sleep came easily to George, whose health had been taken down a notch by his soaking in the rain. As he drifted off, his dreams quickly granted him the company of his wife. He lay on a towel on a vast beach, low tide putting the waves far from him. Hands were working lotion into his back, and he knew it was Donna's touch. Her presence brought a tingle to his belly, and her hands guided him to lay down on the blanket. In a blink she was on top of him, face close to his, and ripples of pleasure shot through him. 

"How does that feel?" asked Donna drowsily. Her hips pressed down on him, rocking in rhythm. The waves ebbed and flowed, like a roller coaster cresting over increasingly high hills. 

"It feels great," said dream-George. He looked over Donna's shoulder to watch her ass grind, and was a little surprised to see that his own legs were wrapped around her waist. 

"It's a nice change of pace, isn't it?" Donna said with a cocky smile as she leaned back. The sensations grew as George looked down at his crotch. His cock and balls were still down there, but now they were attached to his wife, who was slipping the tool in and out of what he could only conclude was his vagina. She leaned back on top of him, and the sensations in his gut quickened. 

"Okay...give it to me, Donna," said George, and the penis stabbed hard into him. 

"Unk! Unk! Unk! AAhhh!" cried Donna. The sensations abruptly halted, frustrating George. He watched as Donna slid the penis out of him, stood up, and began walking away. 

"Hey!" shouted George, mysteriously unable to stand up. "What about me?" 

Donna turned back to him, and the penis was gone from her crotch. She smiled at him. "Don't worry," she said just before disappearing. "You'll get yours soon." 

Before he could consider her words, she was gone. Looking to the sea, George could see that the tide was coming in. Bit by bit the waterline approached, until it lapped at his toes. 'I'd better move' he thought, but he was still frozen in place, lying on the blanket. Now he couldn't even lift his head, and he felt the waves push further up his legs. Then it seemed like a single, concentrated wave was crashing against his butt, and the pleasurable sensations returned to his stomach. The water now surrounded him completely; he was becoming part of the sea, and the strange little wave kept pressing against his anus, constantly now. The wet, firm wave slipped lightly in, and the water went over his head. He gasped for breath, until he was certain that he was drowning... 

"AGH!" cried George as he woke from his sleep, the dream still lapping at his mind. The tingling was still in his belly, and he shook his head to chase the rest of the dream from his head; he still felt the lapping at his anus. But now he heard sounds, too. 

"Mmm...*smack*....mmmm...." 

George sat up quickly as he realized that Brisket had crawled into bed with him, and had been munching on his ass as he slept. The shemale android had her arms around his thighs, and she deftly upended him again and buried her face in his ass. 

"Hey!" cried George as her tongue aggressively battered at his walls. "Lights!" he said, and the room filled with a soft glow. As he looked down at the source of the sensations, all he saw was a large mass of blonde hair tossing about as the head it was attached to ravaged his anus. "Will you cut it out?!" 

The blonde hair tossed back, and Brisket's smiling face looked up at him between his legs. Part of her face was obscured by his own penis, which was fully rigid. Giving it a light kiss, the android pounced forward, landing so that she lay next to George. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he noticed that she wore a pair of his own pajamas. 

"Hey now! Those are my PJ's!" 

"Mine are in the dryer," said Brisket as she began unbuttoning George's pajama top. 

"Cut it out!" said George, swatting her hand away. One of Brisket's hands quickly darted down his chest, grazed over his penis, and cupped his balls. Her pinky finger tapped his butthole. 

"You know you want it," she said. George felt Brisket's cock harden against his leg. 

"No I do not!" protested George as he hopped up from the bed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep." To emphasize his words, George pointed to the door as a suggestion for her to leave. But Brisket just sat there in the bed, looking up at him like he were a talking dog. "I'm serious!" said George unconvincingly. 

"Well, I'm serious too," said Brisket with an evil smile. She turned her head to the door, and George watched as it shut with a *click*. Shit! Did she automate all of the doors? "You can sleep if you like. On the floor." Now it was Brisket's turn to point, and she shot a finger to one corner of the bedroom. George looked at her disbelievingly, and she continued. 

"Or, if you'd like to join me on the bed..." 

Brisket slowly unbuttoned her shirt, and then opened it quickly to expose her marvelous breasts to him. She cupped the size D tits in her hands and squeezed, and George was spellbound. She leaned forward and crawled towards him, tits swinging. 

"Don't you like me, George? Or is there something else that you'd like to go with these puppies?" 

The android sat up on her knees and looked down at her crotch, where her 10-inch cock was busy trying to poke a hole through the pajamas. Brisket reached down between her breasts, into the pajamas, and pulled out her throbbing girl meat. She looked up at George, one eyebrow cocked. 

"Come on, George," she said, pulling the bottoms down. Her penis waggled in front of her. "Donna would." 

The words struck George in the gut. It was bad enough that his wife wasn't there. Now he had to remember how the android had fucked her. 

"I'm going to sleep," said George, grabbing a blanket that was folded up at the foot of the mattress and heading to the corner. 

"Awwww, George," said Brisket as she lay back in the bed. "I'm sorry about that comment. Really." George was ignoring her now. But Brisket knew that she had him. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me. Lights!" 

The room went dark, and as George lay huddled in the corner, his mind chased itself in circles: 'Go ahead and do it!'....'But I'm the man here'....'She's got more manhood than you do! It would feel good'...'But she fucked Donna!'....'She fucked you, too. And you can't deny that you started to enjoy it'...'I want Donna!'...'Donna's far away, and you need it any way you can get it. And Brisket's beautiful. And well-hung. Think about it.' 

For an half hour George lay paralyzed in body and mind. Then he heard the sound of light snoring coming from the bed... 'If she's asleep, she wouldn't know if I crawled onto the bed'...'Do androids actually sleep?'...'I don't know, but I'll live with the consequences if they don't.' 

As quietly as he could, George stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. In the half-light, he could see that Brisket lay on her side, blonde hair obscuring her face. Her long athletic legs were bare and enticing, as were her breasts, which lifted slightly with each breath. George moved around so that he was on the side of the bed that revealed her backside. Her shapely back and succulent ass were a come-on even when the android was at rest. Conveniently, this side of the bed was the one with the most room. Holding his breath and moving with the silent stealth of a character in an Edgar Allen Poe story, George eased himself onto the bed next to Brisket. 

"Ohmm?" she said dreamily, and then her breathing went back to its previous rhythm. George lay down on his back, head on a pillow, and closed his eyes to sleep. But all he could think of was this creature lying next to him, and how lonely he really felt. Usually when George couldn't get to sleep, he would hold Donna like a teddy bear, and he would drift off. He looked at Brisket as she slept. She looked so sweet and harmless. George scootched over, rolled onto his side, and put his arm around the sleeping android. 

"Mmm?" she said, and then once again resumed her sleep. George's arm lay across her breasts, which felt firm and warm. Uh-oh! George had to move his butt back quickly to avoid having his hard-on stab Brisket's ass cheek. 

"Ah..Mmm?" moaned Brisket, and George's heart froze as she rolled onto her stomach. His arm got caught up in hers as she rolled, and he let momentum carry it in the hopes that he wouldn't wake the sex-hungry robot. His hand landed right in her crotch, on top of her flaccid but formidible tool. Images of it sliding, sliding, probing, stabbing raced through his mind, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. It didn't work. George closed his hand around Brisket's flesh, kissed her on the shoulder, and began to stroke her. 

"Mmm? Mmmmmmm..." moaned the android, who had indeed been in a light hibernation mode. She had expected the man would give in, and was pleased that he was so eager. She allowed herself to feel the pleasure of his hand working her thick meat, and soon she was fully erect. 

George felt the cock harden in his hand, and then felt a hand take hold of his own penis. For every stroke that he gave the android's dick, she returned one just like it in kind. Soon he noticed that she was changing her strokes, and he adjusted his own ministrations to follow. 

"Mmmm...good," moaned Brisket. "You've made me soooo haaaard. Lights!" 

The lights came up, and the android rolled on top of George. Her warm body pressed against his, and she let her hair fall over his face, soft and fragrant. George was intoxicated by the smell, and he felt her heavy cock gliding along the length of his own penis. Her inhuman eyes bored into him hungrily, and he began to have second thoughts. 

"Do you want it, George?" asked Brisket, giving him a loose kiss on the lips. George was afraid to return the kiss, and he felt the android move her lower body so that her cock slid up and down his balls. The tingling in his stomach rose up again, and under the influence of Brisket's steady gaze, he knew he couldn't hide from her now. 

"Yes, Brisket," said George sheepishly. "I want it." 

"You want what?" 

"You know..." 

"No, I don't know," said Brisket, sitting up from him suddenly, hands on hips. George felt humiliated to ask, but knew that he had to. 

"I want your...your cock," said George, and then the world went upside down. 

George was shocked at the quickness with which the android moved. The words had barely left his lips when two hands grabbed him tightly by the waist, and he was rolled over, down, and then lifted up. Recovering from the dizziness of the unexpected maneuver, he found himself being held up two feet off the ground by the android, just to the side of the bed. She held him up with her hands under his armpits like he was a rag doll, and she smiled up at him wickedly. It wasn't comfortable. 

"You know I prefer women," said Brisket. In truth, she found she didn't care where she put her sausage, but she needed to make the man need her. "But since Donna isn't here, you'll have to do. Now come here." 

Brisket lowered the man down her body, transferring her arms around his back to squeeze him to her. Her tits pressing against his abdomen and lower chest as he slid, and then she squeezed him tighter to stop his slide. 

"Put your legs around me," commanded Brisket, and she felt his hairy thighs around her waist. His ass crack rested atop her thick penis, and she saw a flash of fright in his eyes. The android hopped up lightly to re-settle George more comfortably, and the man instinctively put his arms around her neck. Good. She kissed and then sucked one of his nipples, distracting him from noticing that she was positioning her cock head at his anus. Her penis was drooling a generous amount of lubricant onto his hole. The man was clearly in the grips of his lust, and didn't seem to notice. But she wanted him to be aware. 

"Hey, George," she said. The man opened his eyes and gazed at the blonde-headed sex machine. 

"Hmm?" 

"What are you supposed to do if you fall into quicksand?" 

"Huh?...oh. That's easy. Stay real still." 

"That's right. Stay still," said Brisket. Now George was acutely aware of her penis against his bunghole. He didn't like the way she was smiling at him. "And what happens if you don't stay still?" 

George felt Brisket's nipples harden against his chest, and before he could respond, Brisket answered her own question. 

"You might slip all the way in," she said, thrusting her hips up and sending her organ into George's ass. The pain was less acute than the first time, and he closed his eyes to feel the thick cock press pass smoothly into him, scratching the itch that had grown in his gut. He opened his eyes and saw that Brisket was still staring at him. Her hands now held him under his ass. 

"Your turn," she said, and George figured out what she wanted. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his ass up, leveraging against Brisket's body and aided by her hands, and felt the cock slide a few inches out of his hole. Pausing, he then let himself slide back down. 

"OHohohhhh," he moaned as a firecracker of pleasure exploded in his stomach. He repeated the motion again, this time letting the cock slide out a little more, and he was rewarded with a more intense spasm. "AH!mmmmmm..." 

Brisket watched George's face with amusement as he began to fuck onto her tool with a herky-jerky motion. If there were any doubt about the man being at her command, it was gone now. He should be easy to manipulate from here on out. And she had a backup plan just in case. 

Not that she wasn't enjoying herself. Quite the opposite. While she had been created with a gigantic penis between her legs, her core architecture was the one they would put in a regular female android. It was through her secondary core programming that her processors understood how to make use of the organ, so she truly thought of herself as an attractive woman who happened to pack some extra meat. Each time she became aroused -- which was often, due to an abnormal core libido driver that slipped by the engineers -- her first instinct was that of a woman, with the expectation that she should prepare to be entered. But this thought was shoved aside as her genitals responded as a man's would, and a rush of power entered her consciousness to let her know that *she* would be the one to do the entering. *She* would not be fucked. She would be in command. She savored the sensation of her pole poking into the man's warm hole, the way his tense body clung to her, the tingling sensations as he pressed against her breasts. But her pleasure was limited by his amateur performance. It was time to take him for her own pleasure. 

George felt the hands lift him all the way off of the hard prick, and it slurped from his cavity. Brisket licked her lips, breasts heaving, cock drooling, and set him down. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed. Now," said the android calmly. But behind the low voice, George could hear her hunger, and he hurriedly went and sat down. Brisket strode straight to him, penis sticking out proudly, tits swaying, long hair bouncing. Now she stood in front of him, and with her knees pried his legs apart. She stroked the length of her tool with one hand, and a trickle of drool fell from the corner of her mouth. 

"I don't care if you enjoy this," said the android, whose own lust was beginning to peak. "But I think you will." 

In a flash George felt himself knocked back, tits slapping him in the face. Brisket leaned down on top of him, hands pinning his shoulders, her outstretched and locked arms propping up her torso, her large breasts hung down nearly to George's face. Her legs pushed his own legs up and apart further, and his ass slid forward. 

Brisket paused to savor the moment, enjoying the way the man squirmed uncomfortably as she pinned him to the bed. She started to slide her well-lubed stick along his ass, and for an instant visualizing her prick disappearing into Donna's cunt. Leaving the image behind, Brisket surrendered to her own lust and thrust her cock into George's fleshy recesses. 

"AAaahhhh!" cried George as he felt Brisket barge into him. Opening his eyes, he saw her cock slide out again, glistening, and then dive back in. 

"Yeah!" she shouted, watching her thick rod disappear into the man. "Who's fucking who?!" Brisket pumped into George several times, quickly. 

"Unk! Unk! Unk!...you're...Unk!....you're fucking....Unk! Unk!...you're fucking meeeeeee.." 

As George finished the statement, the android buried herself all the way into him. As she'd done with Donna, she moved her cock around his insides without moving her hips, jabbing and rearranging his internal organs. A great rush of pleasure and power swept through her, and she knew her cock was swelling up inside him. 

"Now take my cum!" she shouted, surrending to the pleasure and letting her fluids shoot into him. 

"AAHhhhh!" shouted George, releasing his own seed as the organ pulsed quickly inside him. The itch in his stomach faded, replaced by a warm comfort. George gasped to catch his breath, and as he did the android's organ shrunk inside him, and he felt it make its long retreat. George lay down on the bed on his stomach, feeling the robot's cum seep from his hole, and at last drifted into an exhausted, deep sleep. 

Brisket looked down proudly at her tool, which swung limply from her crotch, dripping. She looked down on the bed and saw George's naked body, ass oozing. He was hers now. The thought of it excited her, and her processors raced as they plotted the best way to get what she wanted from the Excella dealer. Was freedom really possible? She didn't know. But with a human at her disposal, she would have a fair chance of finding out. 

Lust was a powerful tool, and Brisket was created to harness it. In the time she'd been hooked up to the Excella interface, she had learned a remarkable amount about herself. Her core libido drivers were as strong as they came, and everything about her body was designed for pleasure. And many of her limitations had been removed. The result was that she had greater self-awareness for an android than anyone would have thought possible. But her core was still tied to her registered owner, Donna, who despite her conscious wishes she could not shake from her thoughts. 

And as much as she found she could control people through their lust, so too was she driven by her own. She wanted to be the center of her own world, where she would fuck, fuck, fuck whoever and whenever she desired. Making big-titted beg for her cock. Making powerful men take it up the ass. Constructing orgies where she could sample a variety of delights, one by one, like picking vegetables from a backyard garden. 

As these thoughts swept though her, she looked down to find that her penis had sprung back to life. She looked to the bed and George's still-lubricated ass. She crawled onto the bed and lay on top of his naked body. He didn't make a sound except for light snoring. Brisket's penis guided itself to his entrance. 

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she said, slowly sliding her cock into the unconscious man's ass. But as she slowly took him, fatigue began to sweep over her, and she knew she'd need to hibernate. Before she could finish, her energy ran out, and she drifted out of consciousness. For the rest of the night they lay in that position, Brisket's ass on top of George's, girl-meat buried all the way inside.