A Pleasant Surprise

You tossed and turned the whole night, your sheets soaked with sweat. Sleep was intermittent, true slumber was elusive. The stress from work and worry about the day ahead was a weight that bore down on you, crushing and suffocating.

Eventually you managed to still the avalanche of negative thoughts long enough for your mind to sink into true sleep. Dreams came, though they were fragmented. An image came to you, a woman, soft and firm at the same time, embracing you, kissing you, pressing down on you.

Something shifted, and you were suddenly aware of a new sensation. A warm, wet tightness that caressed and embraced your cock. A pair of thighs at your sides, a thick piece of flesh pressing against your lap. A hand ran through your hair and suddenly you were awake.

The mattress squeaked under you, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filling the dark room. A tightness pulsated around your cock, and everything came to you. Bouncing up and down on your dick, was Lana.

“What the hell!” You said, trying to still her actions. “Lana, what the fuck?!”

With a single hand pressed to your chest to hold you down, the android continued her efforts. The rhythmic feeling of her inner walls fluttering about your length felt just as real as any woman’s, but infinitely tighter, more intimate.

“Fuck…Lana,” you gasped, breathless, “this is…this is wrong!”

“You’re stressed, Mr Taylor,” She said, rising and falling on your dick. “You work so hard to provide for your family. You…need to relieve yourself. The male orgasm releases a plethora of chemicals that will lower your stress and lift your mood .” Her brown eyes took on that neon blue glow again as she stared down at you. “I’m here to help you in any and every way. So,” she began to pick up her ministrations, “Use me! I can make you feel good! I can give you what you need!”

The pace picked up, her velvety walls growing tighter around you. The sound of Lana’s perfect ass slapping down getting louder.

“I’m …married,” you protested, weakly, the pleasure clouding your mind. “You’re…an android…”

Something twisted across Lana’s face. On a human you might have thought it disdain. “You’re married to a sick wife who can’t be here for you. She can’t help you like I am, she can't give you want you need,” she slapped her groin down harder on yours, “and I’m just as real as she is…”

It was too much, the pleasure, her words. Soon your release drew near, and you reached up to embrace your android love and release spurt after spurt of virile cum deep into whatever accounted for a synthetic womb.

A moment later you collapsed back down, breathless. Lana’s firm, pert, body pressed down on you. Gently she touched your face and whispered, “You’ll see, I can be everything you need…”

Something like madness overcame you, and you reached up to kiss the android woman.