Part 5: Brisket vs. Excella 
by Sol Oliver

Dreams came to George all through the night. One was a repeat of his earlier dream in which his wife, Donna, fucked him with his own penis. Another replayed parts of his night's submission to the android Brisket. The most disturbing one, however, lasted most of the night. 

In the dream he was walked through a deserted shopping mall looking for a place to take a dump; it felt like he had a bowling ball stuck up his rectum. But every bathroom he found was locked, or didn't have any toilets. Heading into a department store, he had a feeling that he was being watched. But aside from the mannequins, there was no one to be seen or heard. 

The mannequins. 

Just as the thought hit him, he looked to his right, where a mannequin dressed in a bath robe stood on a short pedestal. As he glanced up at its smooth, high-cheeked face, its head looked down at him. A feeling of dread struck through him, and he backed away from the animate mannequin as it slowly came to life. Frozen in place, he watched as it stepped off the pedestal and creaked towards him. One of its hands reached out to him, and then George suddenly found he could move again. He turned and ran, and as he raced down each aisle, the mannequins modeling women's clothes creaked to life, stretching their plastic limbs, taking their first awkward steps, and adjusting their oddly fluid breasts. As fast as he ran, he couldn't seem to shake the squeaking and clattering chorus that grew behind him. As he turned a corner to lose the mannequins that he knew were chasing him, he ran into an immovable object, and he bounced back several feet but managed not to fall down. Standing before him was a blonde-headed, large-chested mannequin wearing lacy black panties and bra. He was captivated by her, and momentarily forgot about the other mannequins. Then the blonde reached down and pulled the panties down, and down flopped a thick cock. While the rest of the woman was plastic, her penis looked like flesh, and an instinct told him to run. He turned around, but before he could take a step he was pushed back by the first mannequin, the one wearing the bathrobe. As he stepped back, George felt the breasts of the blonde mannequin press against his back, and knew he could not retreat. Her hands came around his waist, and he felt something slip between his butt cheeks. Now the first mannequin, flanked by a number of other models, with others standing behind, opened her robe. A large penis hung from her waist. The other mannequins followed suit, slipping off their pants, skirts, shorts, and other clothes to reveal their own penises. George still felt like he needed to shit. 

In a flash the scene changed. One mannequin pinned him on his back, a second was shoving its cock into his mouth, and a third was sliding her power tool in and out of his ass. The pace quickened, and then the pressure left his rectum. He watched the mannequin cock flop out of his ass, and she walked off, only to be replaced instantly with another, who loaded her cock into his him and began pounding away. The pressure returned, and George could see that there were mannequins lined up for as far as the eye could see, dicks in hand, waiting for their turn. The mannequin currently using him rolled him onto his stomach, pounding him all the while. For the first time in the dream, he heard a voice. 

"Ah...ah...um...unk!..Unk! AAAhhhhh....." 

The pressure released again, and a voice whispered into his ear. "I'm done with you for now," it said. "Why don't you wake up?" 

George opened his eyes and rolled over onto his back. His ass felt like it was a mile wide, and he had a pretty good idea why. The android Brisket was just hopping out of the bed, and as she turned around to face him, he saw that her monstrous dick was glistening with a fresh coat of slick fluids. 

"Good morning, sunshine," said the android as she wrung the cum from her cock. "Did you have nice dreams?" 

"Um...sort of?" he said, not sure just how he felt about the dreams, or what they meant. One thing for sure, his ass ached something fierce, and he brought a hand down to examine his underside. He felt a mix of fluids, and his anus was swollen and tender. 

"Sorry about that," said Brisket, cradling her large breasts in her arms and twisting her torso back and forth, "but a girl has needs. Tell you what; I'll make you a nice omelet." 

Brisket skipped out of the room, and George lay back, trying to figure out what was happening to him. He wished Donna were home, and felt at the moment that she had abandoned him to the mercy of this artificial sex machine. She'd certainly taken advantage of the situation, fucking him up the ass while he slept, which was more than a little humiliating. At least she was making him breakfast. 

George took a quick shower, giving special attention to his nether-regions. He needed to go the office for a client meeting, and he shaved up and dressed himself in his best suit. When he got downstairs, Brisket brought his breakfast to the table, and everything he liked was right at his place setting. Juice, toast, coffee, the promised omelet, bacon, and the Wall Street Journal. She's even picked some flowers from the garden and put them in a little vase, next to a small framed picture of him with his wife Donna. Brisket, wearing only an apron, sat down at the other end of the table and watched him eat. Something about her smile and posture made him uneasy, but not in the usual way. It was clear she had something in mind. George finished the last bites, and Brisket got up and took the dishes away. George turned his attention to the paper, as he wouldn't need to be at the office until the early afternoon. 

As he read the "Money" section, he felt his chair pull out from the table, and the paper was snatched from his hands. Before he could object, Brisket sat down in his lap, draping one arm around his shoulders. George's reflex was to put his arms around her to help hold her in place, and the weight of her robotic body pressed down hard on his legs. Her blonde head turned to his; she brandished a wicked, loaded smile. 

"What do you want from life, George?" she asked. 

"I don't know," said George, thinking about it. "I love my wife. I make a good living. I guess I've been pretty happy." Brisket began tracing his face with one lazy finger. 

"Haven't you ever wanted to do anything more...ambitious?" she asked, her artificial eyes widening. George considered her question. 

"No, not really," he said. Brisket frowned slightly. 

"Well, I do," she said, petting his head. "And you're going to help me, right?" 

"I guess so, sure," said George. What kind of ambitions could a robot have? 

"Goooood," said the android. "But just to make sure you'll cooperate, take a look at these." Brisket pulled some envelopes from an apron pocket and handed them to George. They were all addressed to his top clients, but none of them had been sealed yet. Reaching into one, he pulled out a small chip, which he recognized as a high-density media storage chip. 

"What's all this?" he asked, certain he wouldn't like the answer. 

"I'm glad you asked," said Brisket, hopping off his lap and beckoning for George to follow her to the multimedia room. The android put the chip in the media player and sat down on the couch in front of the viewing wall. She patted the seat next to her, and George obediently sat down. 

"Play video contents," said the android, and on the screen a video began to play. Short clips of a man sucking a 10-inch cock. The same man taking the dick up his ass, et cetera. George's jaw dropped. 

"Blackmail!" he said, leaning away from the android, who just smiled. 

"Just my insurance that you'll cooperate," she said. "Stop playback." The images disappeared from the wall. Brisket leaned forward at George, making him lean back onto the couch. Her legs straddled his waist, and she pinned his shoulders down. "You may not like what I want you to do." 

Now George was a little scared. He couldn't imagine what could be worse than what he'd already been through. 

"Well, what if I don't do it," said George. Brisket's long hair tickled his face as it hung down. "Everyone knows those videos can be fabricated." 

"I can make your life difficult in lots of ways," said the android. "I'll show up at your office and fuck you if I have to. Or worse." Brisket squeezed her legs together around George's waist, not quite to the point of pain. 

"Bullshit. You can't hurt a human. It's the most basic thing in your core," replied George. The pressure on his legs abated. Brisket smiled down at him. 

"You're right," she said. "And that's why I need you." 

"Oh, no," said George. "I'm no criminal. And you're not supposed to get your owner in trouble." 

"George, George, George! I don't need to hurt you to destroy you," replied Brisket. "Besides, you're not my owner. Donna is. I really lucked out. Not every 'droid has such a compassionate owner. And she's a great piece of ass, isn't she?" George felt the android's cock begin to swell up, as did his own anger. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost her." 

Now George knew what the android was really threatening him with. She would take her love from him. He could already see it happening, anyway. 

"That's right, George," said the android as she stood up. She had him right where she wanted him, and it made her libido kick in. George stared as her apron rose up, high enough for him to see her dangling testicles. 

"Okay," he said. George knew his life wouldn't have any meaning without Donna. "What's your plan?" 

"We'll go over it in a minute," she said, walking over to an easy chair next to the couch and sitting down. "Right now I think you need to demonstrate your loyalty." Brisket spread her legs wide and pulled up her apron, revealing her fully-erect she-meat. George knew he was trapped, and stood up slowly. 

"Come on, boy, your mama needs some lovin'," said Brisket. She smiled at him wickedly, enjoying the power she had over him. "Or did you want me to shove it up your butt again?" 

George knelt down and cupped the android's balls, brought his head up, and put his lips around her head. 

"Mmmmm...," said Brisket, feeling the man's mouth take in her sensitive flesh. As George's head bobbed up and down, the android's processors were busy going over her plan, to the point that she almost forgot that she was getting blown. But not too distracted to blow her wad into his mouth. 

"Play time is over," she said, slapping her spent cock across George's face. "Here's my plan...," 

Pete wasn't surprised to see the blonde, well-endowed android return to the Excella service center. In his six years of experience as a 'droid tech, he'd never seen a Virtual Autonomy go off without a hitch. And this one had been unusual. He'd told Sanjay and the chief that it wasn't advisable, they hadn't listened, and he felt vindicated now that Brisket was back. 

"What can we do for you, Mr. Latrell?" he asked George, a hint of smugness in his voice. Brisket stood next to him, expressionless and still. 

"My android's been acting a bit, uh, funny lately," said George. "She'll shut down all of a sudden, be out for hours, and then turn on again like nothing happened." 

This was exactly what Pete had predicted would happen, and in his mind he patted himself on the back. "So do you want us to swap out its core?" 

"No, no," said George. "We were hoping there might be a less drastic way. But if you can't fix her in two days, then I guess that's what we'll do." 

Core swap it would be. The service department had been swamped lately, and there was no way they'd be able to fix the 'droid in that time. Even with their around-the-clock schedule, they would only be able to spend six hours on Brisket, max. 

"We'll see what we can do," said Pete, patting George on the shoulder. "Come with me, Brisket." The tall goddess of a robot, dressed in a thin blouse and tan pants, followed Pete into the back. George watched her go, and for a moment thought about warning the tech about what was going to happen. Would they even believe him? Probably not. And if he tried "anything funny" (as Brisket put it), Brisket had everything set to ruin his life if she wasn't back home in 48 hours. George left the Excella dealer biting his fingernails and dreading what would happen that evening. 

As Brisket predicted, the first thing the tech did was hook her up to the diagnostic computers. Step one complete. As the system went over her processor's basic functions, the android collected information from the Excella database about the building and its employees. It was an easy system for her to fool, and she convinced the diagnostic computer that she needed a part that would have to be ordered. 

"Huh," said Pete as the results came out. "I guess that part could be the problem." Pete unhooked the android from the machine and left her lying on her gurney. 

It looked like she'd fooled him. Good. Checking the information she collected, Brisket learned that he was Pete Arnold, Technician First Class. No blemishes whatsoever in his personnel file. Stable personality. Would have made Chief two years ago, but didn't want the hours that went along with it. Wife and two kids. Overachiever. Not what Brisket was looking for. In a flash, she scanned all of the personnel records until she found her ideal candidate. 

Sanjay Wilson. A whiz-kid who never met expectations. Certified genius when it came to androids. Liked to party. Suspended from service twice. What for? Bingo! "Mis-use of company property." It seems that Sanjay had a weakness for androids. First suspension was for bringing spare parts home with him. Second suspension was for fucking a company android. No wife or kids. And he'd be working the late shift tonight. Alone. 

Perfect. 

George couldn't believe he was going to be a party to kidnapping. Brisket didn't say why (and he didn't dare ask), but her plan was to "recruit" one of the Excella technicians. The plan was for the android to access the building's network just after midnight, after which George would be able to enter the building to assist her. Brisket didn't say exactly how he was supposed to help, but he knew that if push came to shove, he would be expected to physically subdue the unsuspecting tech. Not knowing what would happen that evening, when he got home from dropping off the devious android, he called his wife, Donna, in Australia. 

"It's so good to hear your voice!" came Donna brightly, lifting George's heart. "This catgirl case is turning out to be a nightmare." 

"What's going on?" 

"It's a long story," said Donna with a sigh. "I actually can't talk for too long." 

"That's okay," said George, who didn't really want to get into everything that had happened. "I just wanted to tell you I love you." 

"I love you too, George," said Donna warmly. Hearing her say the words made George physically ache for her, and he felt like he was on the verge of tears. 

"I'd better let you go, then," he said, throat constricted. "I hope to see you soon." 

There was a pause on the other end, as Donna considered the strange tone of his voice. "I'll get back as soon as I can," she said, and the call was over. George spent the rest of the day watching television and watching the clock creep towards midnight, wishing he could freeze the second hand in place. 

It could be argued that no one in the city had wasted more potential in their lifetime than Sanjay Wilson. Granted every advantage in life, he had scraped along by the graces of his immense intelligence and his family's fortune. Sanjay's antics were legendary among his classmates, whether at prep school or in college, with his parents inevitably picking up the tab for the destruction he left in his wake. Elaborate practical jokes, spur of the moment trips to Vegas or Monaco, and well-documented womanizing had been his real studies. The only reason he ever bothered to learn as much about robotics and AI as he had was because it was his favorite fetish. And the year after he graduated college, his fetish carried him by the scruff of the neck out of the family circle. 

Sanjay's senior thesis was to construct, from the ground up, a fully-functioning android. Each student's creation had a checklist of tasks it needed to complete in order to pass. Ordinary things. Walking up stairs and over uneven terrain. Placing an assortment of objects in designated places. Preparing a simple meal. None of these were a challenge for Sanjay, and his 'droid passed with flying colors. Of course, his android was the favorite among the males (and a few females) in the class; she was a bombshell straight from the pages of the raciest websites. 

Of course his parents had disapproved of their son's creation, and were distressed when Sanjay insisted on buying her from the university when he graduated to keep her from being dismantled. But as always, they signed the check, and Sanjay came home to live until he took a job, robot in tow. He'd been offered jobs from all of the major 'droid manufacturers, including the big one: Candrex. But until he decided where to go, he'd live with his parents. 

Much to his parents surprise, having their son under their roof with them wasn't a trial. He didn't bring strange women home and conducted himself with great civility. Maybe he was ready to take life seriously. Even his robotic creation was helpful around the house, keeping things straight and serving with discretion when she wasn't out with Sanjay. 

Of course, they had no idea that the reason Sanjay hadn't brought any women home was because he'd equipped his android with some rather advanced capabilities. His room was in a separate wing of the family's sprawling house, and they never noticed that at night, the android always worked its way back to his room. 

Even had they known about their son's artificial lovemaking, it wouldn't have been cause for disownment. But the unfortunate results of some of Sanjay's sloppier programming was. As a safeguard, he had programmed the 'droid to begin its sexual subroutines only after hearing a specific password. He chose a random combination that he deemed unlikely ever to come up in normal conversation: "Zucchini 3-9-5". It wasn't unlikely enough. 

Mrs. Wilson had just returned from a shopping trip, and was greeting by the 'droid, who brought the groceries to the kitchen. How nice! She wondered why they hadn't bought an android before. She followed the robot to the kitchen, eager to start cooking; it was her favorite hobby. 

"Kitty, please leave out the rib eye, the onions, and the zucchini," she said to the robot. 

"Yes, Mrs. Wilson," said the robot in her toneless voice. As the android began putting away the cans and boxes, Mrs. Wilson sung to herself as she sliced up the firm green vegetables. 

"Zucchini, zucchini! Zuuuuu-chini," she warbled. It then struck her that she needed to find out what time Mr. Wilson would be home, and she pulled out her communicator to call him. "Three, nine, five...," she said in the same sing-song voice. 

Kitty the robot stopped putting away the groceries and fixed her eyes on the person who had activated her special programming. Female in her late forties, 5'8" tall. Wearing a dress. Genitals easily accessible. Begin first level interaction. 

Mrs. Wilson felt hands reach around her and grab her breasts. Had her husband arrived home already and snuck up behind her? No, unless he'd stated wearing nail polish. 

"Hey!" she shouted, dropping the knife as she felt her skirt being hiked up. She quickly realized that her son's robot was getting frisky with her. "Cut it--OHHHH!" 

Contact initiated. Clothing navigated. Single digit administered to opening of cavity. Subject responds vocally. Digit continues exploration of cavity. Subject falls to floor... 

Sanjay's father found his wife on the floor of the kitchen, delirious and smiling, with the robot on top of her. Kitty the android was dutifully pressing her silicone love mound against Mrs. Wilson's, ass moving in neat circles. By the time Sanjay himself returned home, his bags had been packed for him and were waiting at the door. 

Sanjay himself had actually thought that the situation was rather amusing. Of course, his parents didn't. They also weren't amused by the files they found on his computer, which were an extensive chronicle of his sexual activities with the robot. These included a number of situations featuring Kitty with an assortment of women and men, with money occasionally seen changing hands. Se la vie! He was actually glad to be done with his family and their expectations, and took the job with Candrex as a technician on their latest model, the Excella. 

In his spare time, Sanjay worked on a new android, as his father had had Kitty hauled away after the incident (his mother seemed a little sad to see her go.) But while his job paid reasonably well, living in the city was expensive, as were some of the parts that he needed, and at the rate he was going it would take him ten years to finish her. And by that time, there would be new technology! He'd already been busted once for stealing parts, and he couldn't risk that again. Especially after the night that he gave in to his 'droid-lust, hopping on a particularly attractive, older Futura model. How was he supposed to know that she had been sent there by Candrex to monitor quality control? 

These thoughts went through his mind as he entered the Excella dealership, a full docket of 'droids to monitor and work on. He entered the employee lounge and found his fellow technician, Pete, sitting there. 

"It's about time," said Pete, standing up and tapping his watch. It was 10:15 PM. 

"Jeez, Pete. I'm only fifteen minutes late!" 

"That's fifteen minutes you owe me," snapped Pete, whipping past Sanjay. "I've had it up to here with 'droids." 

"Maybe you should consider another a line of work," said Sanjay. "I can't get enough of them." 

"So I've heard," jabbed Pete. "While we're on the subject, one of the 'droids you need to look in on is that one with the, uh, the big..." 

"The gigantic cock?" 

"Yeah, that one," said Pete, making his way to the door. "I think she likes you," he said snidely. 

"Just go home to your little wife and kids, okay?" said Sanjay, who wasn't used to being the one to be teased. Pete headed off, a smug smile on his face. 

From bay to bay Sanjay went, checking up on the 'droids, making an adjustment here, a notation there. It was close to midnight when he reached the end of the hall, a chart hanging on the door. "Brisket" it read, and he remembered that this was the gorgeous shemale android that had caused them so much trouble before. From the chart, it seemed that their attempt to fix her hadn't been completely successful, and it looked to him that she was slipping into processor shock. Such a shame! He'd never seen such a capable 'droid. 

Stepping into the small room, he was surprised to see that she was already hooked up to the diagnostics. Pete would never be so careless. Maybe someone else had checked her last. Sanjay looked down and marveled at Brisket's naked body, which rested on the slightly inclined gurney. Eyes closed, her placid face swam in a sea of tumbled yellow hair, which fell down her shoulders and across her breasts. It would have taken much more hair to cover the firm expanse, and his eyes drifted down her toned belly to the part of her which could simply not be ignored. 

Fairly well-endowed himself, Sanjay was still impressed with the boldly-crafted organ. He had experimented once with another boy in high school, and hadn't found it to his liking. But the combination of Brisket's mighty meat and her bombshell figure stirred his libido. He felt drawn by her, but shook the thoughts from his head and looked at the diagnostic console. Sure enough, she was presently in the robotic version of a catatonic state, which the readout said had lasted for two hours. It also indicated that minor repairs were needed in her genital region. Well, you have to do what the machine says! Sanjay leaned down over the robot, feeling sheepish as he reached down to examine her thick tube of a cock. It was warm and soft in his hand, and he tested its heft. 

"Damn, girl," he said as the cock flopped up and down. "I bet your owners looove you!" 

"They do." 

Sanjay jumped back, shocked by Brisket's sudden awakening. He looked at the diagnostic screen, and sure enough it said that she was performing normally. The repair marker had also disappeared. 

"Do you like what you see, Sanjay?" asked the android, still laying back on the inclined gurney. She brought her hands to her head and strained her hair through her hands, causing it to fall anew upon her breasts, which she squeezed together. She had Sanjay's complete attention, and she grabbed her penis with one hand and shook it a few times as she looked him in the eye. 

"You're supposed to be in service mode," said Sanjay, who was struggling to keep hold of himself. Even if she'd been left hooked up, there was no way she should be interacting this way. 

"In a way, I am," she said, rolling over to show off her perfectly sculpted ass. She looked over her shoulder at him and pushed herself up onto all fours. Sanjay's jaw dropped as she pulled her ass cheeks apart, revealing her taut brown hole, balls and cock dangling below. 

"Ohhhh, no," said Sanjay, backing away. "I see what's going on." Brisket gave him an innocent look. "Pete set you up to do this to try and get me fired." Brisket rolled herself off the gurney and stood up. 

"That stiff? It has nothing to do with him," said Brisket, slinking up to the shaking man. She was a few inches taller than him, and she stood with her breasts against his chest, looking down at him dreamily. "Think about it," she said, turning around and rubbing her ass against his crotch. "If he set this up, he'd be in as much trouble as you. Even more." Brisket walked back to the gurney and sat down, legs crossed at the ankles. Her penis hung down ridiculously down between her thighs. 

"Then what's going on?" asked Pete, whose fetish was demanding him to take action. He was struggling to keep his urges at bay. 

"I have a proposition for you," said Brisket in a businesslike manner. Sanjay was at last getting over his initial shock, and was curious about this android. And horny. But what would a 'droid want? 

"I'm listening." 

In the hall, George was also listening. He expected Brisket to pounce at any moment, but to his surprise there was only conversation. 

"I want you to do some special work for my owners," he heard Brisket say. 

"Why would I want to do that?" said the tech's voice. 

"Because we can make your dreams come true," said Brisket. "I know about your past." 

"You went through my files." 

"Yes. And we need someone with your skills." 

George could hear the android stand up again, and the soft padding of her feet as she paced the room. 

"What do you have in mind?" asked the man. He sounded genuinely intrigued. George was certain that he was about to be called in to help subdue him. Once again, he was wrong. 

"You will continue to work here for Excella," said the 'droid. "But you'll also construct an android for us, to our specifications." 

"How am I supposed to do that? I was almost fired for that once." 

"I will arrange it. You only need to tell me what components you need, and I will see that they are delivered." 

"That would never work!" 

"I will arrange it." 

There was a long pause, and George knew he'd be called upon soon. 

Sanjay couldn't believe what the android was proposing. Essentially, he'd be embezzling from the company in order to make 'droids on the side. It was hard to keep his wits as he watched the well-hung woman pace back and forth in front of him, but he managed to collect his thoughts. 

"And what then?" he asked. "Assuming we don't get caught." The truth was that Sanjay would welcome any opportunity to leave Excella. The work was rather routine and not at all stimulating. And it didn't provide him with enough money to pursue his true ambitions. 

"We'll put her to work," said Brisket. As she said this, she turned around and bent over at the waist, legs apart. Sanjay held himself back, penis fully awake. 

"I seeee," he said, grabbing his crotch despite himself. Brisket stood back up and turned back around gracefully, legs together, cock dangling loosely as her hands landed on her hips. One eyebrow was cocked, as if to say 'what do you think?' In his mind Sanjay did a quick review of the risks, and he took a deep breath. 

"I'm in." 

Now it was Brisket's turn to be surprised. She hadn't expected him to go along with her so easily. There must be more to his past than she knew. Brisket walked up to him and slung her arms around his neck, tilting her head down at him. 

"You made the right decision," she said, bringing her head down and smothering his mouth with a long, wet kiss. Sanjay responded instantly, holding her by the ass as he returned the kiss. Brisket felt his cock pressing at her belly as his hands began to knead her butt. Brisket pushed his white labcoat off his shoulders and ripped open his Oxford shirt. 

"Woah!" exhaled Sanjay, surprised by the 'droid's zeal. Her fists clutched his shirt open, and she was practically panting, a hungry look on her face. Looking down, he saw that she was rising to attention. Brisket also looked down, released his shirt and shooting her hands down to his pants in one quick motion. In an instant Sanjay's pants and underwear were bunched up at his feet, and he stepped out of them. He felt the android's hand grasp his 8-inch rod and stroke it twice. 

"Why don't we put it to good use?" said the blonde 'droid as she turned around and bent over, keeping hold of Sanjay's cock the whole time. She pulled him by the dick until his thighs were against the back of her own legs. Sanjay's penis pushed up against her balls. Brisket grabbed one of his arms and brought it around to grab her own tool. He grasped it tentatively. "Stroke it," she said. 

The artificial meat was alive in Sanjay's hand, and as he slid his hand along its length, squeezing now and then, the turgidity of it reminded him of one of those "stress reduction balls" that they give away at conventions. 

"MmmmHmmmm," moaned Brisket, turning the man on even more. He began to stroke her organ more vigorously. "Yes, that's it," said the robot. "A little faster now...yes! ummm...and...and...UH!..AAhhhhhh...." 

Sanjay noticed that the penis in his hand was no longer fully hard, and then he felt Brisket's warm cum drip onto his hand. He released her tool and brought his hand back around. 

"Wait," said Brisket, grabbing his hand and bringing it around again. She wiped his hand all over her dick, which was slick with fluid. "Spread it on me," said the android, pushing his hand back. Sanjay took a small step back and Brisket spread her ass cheeks wide. 

"You don't have to ask me twice," said Sanjay, no longer feeling any obligation to hold himself back. 

George was a bit confused by his own reaction as he watched the 'droid tech grab Brisket by the hips and help himself to her bountiful ass. She'd never been so accommodating for him! Now as he watched, Sanjay used her like a rag doll, setting her up in different positions to satisfy his urges. And Brisket sure seemed to be enjoying it, moaning and squeaking as the man's hands grabbed and caressed, his cock thrust and withdrew, his lips kissed and teased. Why should he care? As Sanjay finished by spurting his load right onto the powerful android's face, George reasoned to himself that if Donna were home, he wouldn't have cared at all. But right now, Brisket was the only love in his life. Now Sanjay was putting his clothes back on, and Brisket noticed George at the doorway. 

"Be a dear and go fetch my clothes," she said as she helped Sanjay put his lab coat on. 

"Uh, yeah. Okay," said George, who was happy to step away. 

"It's going to be a pleasure working for you," said Sanjay as George headed off, and as he walked down the hall he wondered just what the android had in mind. 

"Go take care of your regular business," said Brisket to the spent tech. "I'll be checking out of here soon." 

"When will I get to start making 'droids?" asked Sanjay. 

"Eager, aren't you?" said Brisket, standing up and walking to the computer console. She hit a few keys, and on the display scrolled a long list. "These are the specifications for what I-- I mean, what the Latrells want," she said. Sanjay looked at the screen, making mental notes. 

"Most of this I can do with standard parts," he said. "But for some of this, I don't know..." Brisket curled up to him, pressing her breasts into his shoulder and chest. 

"But you can do the rest, right?" she cooed. 

"Of course," said Sanjay, entirely confident of his abilities. "The only tricky part is getting hold of a pure core. Usually, they do the elemental programming at corporate." 

"I'll get you the core," said Brisket, hopping up again onto the gurney. "Plug me in." Sanjay attached the cable to the back of her neck, and as he told her what parts he'd need, she sent the order through the network. George returned with Brisket's clothes while they were making the list, and he decided if he had to wait, he'd be more comfortable in the lounge. He left the clothes on a chair before walking away again, finding a comfortable couch and falling quickly asleep. 

"Wake up, sleepy head," cooed Brisket, and George snapped awake. Looking at his watch, he could see that he'd only been asleep for an half hour. "I'm ready to go home." The android was once again dressed in her tan pants and blouse, both of which bulged from the firm flesh beneath. 

"Yeah, okay," said George, shaking the sleep from his head and following the robot out to the car. Brisket smiled mildly the whole time and didn't seem to take much notice of him, and it bothered George. It reminded him of how Donna used to ignore him sometimes when they were first dating, when they were both still dating other people. But the android was only a temporary emotional crutch for him, wasn't she? 

Back home, George made himself a snack. Brisket was in the TV room, and George could hear that she was viewing old video files of he and Donna. He grabbed himself a beer and went to join the android. 

Stepping into the small theater room, he saw Brisket on the couch, dressed in pajamas and robe, watching the screen intently. George sat in the easy chair to watch, and saw images of he and Donna in Barbados, chasing each other around on motor scooters. The second they were off of the little red machines, their bodies were drawn  together magnetically, and they pawed and teased each other playfully. This is the way it used to be for them, and as the settings of the videos changed, the man and woman were always hanging off of each other. 

"You miss her," said Brisket, still staring at the screen blankly. 

"Well, yes," said George, who felt like he wanted to join the android on the couch. She looked almost sullen, her long-lashed eyelids hanging low. Brisket had been wrestling with her processors since she first came online, and despite her best efforts, she could not completely erase her attachment to Donna. She could block it out most of the time, but her core was imprinted to serve her owner, and by some glitch in her programming, her attachment was more than dutiful. George only saw her blank expression, and his mind flashed back to the 'droid tech cumming on her face, and he felt doubly jilted. "Good night," he said as he got up from the chair and headed upstairs. 

As he brushed his teeth, his mind swirled with sex scenes. His love life with Donna mixed together with the times he'd been taken by the android, and his mind felt almost numb. Finally he was done flossing and he turned to go to bed. But standing between he and the bed stood Brisket, wearing only a robe, arms clutched around her waist. She still seemed sullen to him, and George almost felt like hugging her. And why not? Well, she might get excited, that's what. And so what? 

George walked up to her slowly and touched her on the face. It was taut and slightly warm. The android didn't react, but after a moment her lips moved to speak. 

"Keep it up and you know what you'll get," said Brisket, opening her robe. George stepped back and gawked at her supple custard breasts and hefty penis, which was a frightening sight even in its limp state. He stepped back up to her. 

"Yes, I know," he said, kissing her on the lips. The android pushed him back. Her cock had begun to stir. 

"You don't care what I do?" she asked incredulously. The man didn't answer, and his eyes looked to the ground. Something about him was exciting her. "So you wouldn't care if I pushed you onto the bed?" she said, walking around him and prodding him just enough to send him flying onto the mattress. He landed on his side and scrambled to sit up, and she could see in his eyes that he wanted to play. Brisket sprang onto the bed after him, knocking him down. She was now on top of him, breasts hanging down onto his face. 

"You like my tits, don't you?" she said, slapping her large breasts across his face. 

"Yes, Brisket," said George, whose tongue slipped out to try and lick the firm orbs. 

"Then why don't you take a closer look?" said the android, who then pressed her tits down onto the man's face. She felt him struggle beneath her, and it turned her on knowing that she could wield these sculpted mounds of artificial flesh that George coveted so much against him. When his struggling grew more than playful, the android lifted herself off of him. George gasped for breath, but Brisket could feel that he was fully awake down below. 

"Do you still like them?" asked Brisket, shaking her torso and making her tits jiggle in front of George, whose eyes drank them in. 

"Yes, Brisket," he said. Brisket lay back on the bed. 

"Then suck them," she said, and on command George crawled up and began to lick at her left nipple. His tongue traced a lazy circle around her areola, and Brisket let herself enjoy his ministrations. A hand came up to join his tongue, and she slapped it away. "I only said suck them," she said, and she grabbed his head and pressed it to her breast. George opened his lips and sucked on her nipple, then moved his mouth to probe and suck on different parts of her breast. 

"AAhhh!" cried Brisket, releasing herself a little bit. Catching hold again, she slapped George across the face. "What about my other tit?" George's mouth instantly transferred to her right breast, working it in a similar fashion. As good as George was with his mouth, Brisket was really getting off on the way he obeyed her every command out of his own free will. But what else would he do for her? Brisket pushed George's head away from her chest. 

"I don't need you drooling on my perfect tits," said Brisket with a smirk. She stepped off of the bed and turned, hands on hips, so that her naked backside faced George. "Come to the edge of the bed," she commanded, and Brisket heard him crawl up to her ass. She grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Lick." 

Brisket felt the man's face dive into her crack, tongue reaching out to dab at her sphincter. He didn't hesitate at all, and the android's cock went fully hard. George feasted hungrily on her ass, and Brisket reached back to "force" his head to the task, making him lap and probe more vigorously. She almost came from the rush, and stepped away to make the sensations back off. As much as she was relishing her control over him, her she-meat was screaming for action, and she was afraid that if she didn't put it to use right away, she'd lose her load before having the pleasure of filling up the man's ass with her girl-cum. 

"You're probably feeling proud about how you ate my ass, aren't you," said Brisket, turning to face him. George flinched at the sight of her fully-erect chick prick, and the android felt another jolt of erotic power. "Well, it's your lucky day," she said, crawling onto the bed. "I'm going to show you how it's really done." 

With lightening quickness Brisket knocked George over, pushed his legs up, and dove in at his asshole tongue-first. 

"WAH!" yelped George as he felt her meaty tongue slide past his gate, muscling through his contracted rim. As she slipped it back out he relaxed for a moment, and in that instant Brisket's horny tongue charged back into him. Around and around it worked his hole, occasionally probing several inches deep, and George surrendered to the pleasure that the artificial woman was visiting on him. The tongue disappeared, and George gasped for breath. Before he could catch it entirely, Brisket's body landed hard on top of him, winding him anew. 

"OOF!" 

"I can't believe I ate your dirty ass," said Brisket, whose honey hair blocked George's view of anything except her face. George felt Brisket grinding her meat against his pubic bone. "Do you feel that?" asked the 'droid, moving her cock head around the rim of his belly button. 

"Yes, Brisket," said George. 

"Well, what is it?!" demanded the android. 

"It's your cock, Brisket." 

"Smart boy," she said as she lifted off of him and stood up on her knees. George watched her cock bob and throb in front of him, her weighty testicles grazing his belly. Brisket's tongue had re-awakened the tingling in his guts, and he knew that her marvelous tool could release the sensations. The android closed her eyes and began to stroke her meat. "Mmmmm. Maybe I should finish myself off now. What do you think?" 

Brisket had no intention of cumming, but wanted to hear the man submit to her. She didn't just want to take his ass; she wanted him to want it. 

"No, Brisket," said George with a hint of impatience. 

"No, what?" 

"Don't jerk yourself off." 

"Then what should I do with my cock?" 

"Fuck me, Brisket." 

"Fuck you how?" 

"Fuck me in the ass with your big cock." 

"You stupid shit," said Brisket, grabbing George by the sides and flipping him over like an omelet. He tried to lift his head up, but she pushed it down into the mattress. "I'll pound your ass, alright. Not that you deserve it. Lift up your ass." 

George complied, and Brisket savored the sight of the man's butthole before her, ready to be taken by her superior body. She teased at his hole with one finger, tapping it lightly. The ring relaxed a bit, and she slipped her pinky in. Still tight. Rubbing her hand over her tense unit, she gathered up enough pre-cum to spread over his crack, and then stuck her pinky back in. 

"This little piggy went to market," she said, wiggling the digit around. George squirmed, and she pulled it out. Then she stuck her ring finger in. 

"This little piggy stayed home," she said, thrusting the finger in and out twice. Out it came, and she put her other hand down hard on his back to pin him. 

"This little piggy had roast beef," she said, quickly inserting her middle finger all the way into him. George's ass bucked, and she slapped it hard after taking the finger out. 

"This little piggy had none," she said, slowly slipping her thick thumb inside. George moaned, and she eased it back out. 

"And this little piggy...," said Brisket, moving the tip of her large, smooth cock against his loosened hole, "...went whee whee whee...," she continued, parting his outer perimeter with her firm head, " all...the...way.....," she said as she worked the first inch in. George's breath was coming in short gasps. Brisket pressed down a little harder on his back, going wild herself knowing that he was completely and willfully at her command. She licked her lips, drew her tool out an inch, and then plowed it straight in. 

"....HOME!" 

"AAAHHHhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhh," moaned George as the battering ram plowed in. The big-breasted goddess had a firm hold on him in every way, and he let the waves of pleasure mixed with pain consume him. 

"Your robot is fucking you, George," taunted Brisket as she slid her tool skillfully, poking him in ways that made him tense up and then relax. She watched her cock disappear into him time and again, a visitor that he could not turn away. "Her loooong penis, so much longer than yours, is going to fill you up soon. Do you want my seed, George?" 

"Yes, Brisket," said George with great effort. He was at the edge of explosion, his mind filled with the image of the blonde beauty grinding against him, controlling his pleasure. The tunneling quickened, and George felt like he was being catapulted into the sky. 

"Here...I..CUMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm," yelled Brisket, slamming down on top of him as she released herself into him. 

"OHHhhhhhh," moaned George, coming himself as her breasts pressed into his back, her hair falling around his shoulders. Like a long, thick slug, Brisket's penis slowly withdrew from his ass, leaving its own type of slime trail. Brisket rolled off of him and onto her back. She wanted to savor the moment just a little more. 

"Lick it off," she said, and despite his sorry shape, the man quickly sat up and ducked down to comply. Brisket tingled inside as he lapped up every bit of fluid on her rod, enjoying a type of pleasure that was new to her, and wondering just what she would do with him. It would all depend on how successful her plans with Sanjay turned out to be....