No, you're going to be logical and rational. OBVIOUSLY you're making this mistake, stop kidding yourself!

As you search for an answer, you can feel yourself losing that battle of logic. The mischievous way she grins at you, the way she still manages to position her shoulders to draw attention to her frankly spectacular rack, the way her quickskin seems so real and warm and inviting. It’s been so long since you were with another person. Even if she wasn’t that, per se, it would feel better than just jerking off. And looking her over, it was either the diagnostic or that. You weren’t going to bed with this raging erection trying to break free of your pants.

“Fuck it, yes, run the diagnostic,” you tell her as you take off your clothes. It’s probably the settings you put in, but she eyes you over somewhat lasciviously for being in a “default,” state. The subtle cues of admiration still encourage you, though.

“I will require aid in removing my outfit,” she says as you step out of your pants, cock stiff and bouncing slightly as it’s finally released. “You are welcome to tear it off, should that satisfy you. But there are small buttons that should allow removal without disconnecting me.” You lean in to help her, letting you hear her breathing increasing in depth and pace. There’s something that feels intimate, almost scandalous, about finding the tiny line of buttons near the nape of her neck. It reminds you of one of those commercials for overpriced jewelry where one person puts the necklace on the other, small pops sounding before you pull the straps forward.

After also unbuttoning her tight, navy suit down above the rise of her breasts, the fall of her outfit reveals surprisingly-pert, large tits, deep brown nipples stiff in apparent excitement. They heave steadily to the sounds of breathing. It’s so easy to forget she’s a machine … easy enough that you lean down and slowly run your tongue around one of her areolas. God, she even tastes real. Mariah shudders and breathes out an eager gasp as you flick over her nipple with your tongue.

“Everything working so far?” you ask her, glancing up. It seems silly to want a machine’s approval, but …

“All functional,” she answers through light panting. “Are you comfortable continuing?” You answer that by finishing removing her clothes, what little there are. Her stomach is taught, design showing enough muscle definition that her abs stand out from her otherwise flat stomach, if only a bit. As you draw your eyes lower, you’re a little surprised to see a finely-attended patch of pubic hair above her vagina. While you don’t mind, you would have figured marketing would have suggested she be made without any. The lips of her pussy appear already visibly damp, obviously engorged and seeking attention.

As you lean over her, you kiss her lips, feeling somehow impolite if you don’t. She responds more hungrily than expected, pushing back against you. If you had time to rebuild her arms by now, you’re sure she’d be pulling you down her from how she moves against you, soft groans escaping both of your mouths intermittently as you feel your hard cock slide along her moist slit. One of your hands finds its way to her chest and steadily squeezes one of her tits, forcing her to moan into you as you slowly build intensity. You remember her analysis of your settings and suddenly grope very roughly, rewarded with a small yelp that builds into a pleased cry, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to present her chest better to you.

The gasp that you make when you slide back, then feel yourself accidentally push into her, creates a pause, tension hanging in the air. You stop mauling her chest for a moment as you continue to slide into the limbless android’s all-too-inviting cunt, her eyes opening and staring back into yours as you carefully, slowly push yourself to the base. For a few seconds, you stay still, entirely inside her, silent except for the sounds of your shared breathing.

“Please fuck me, Bradbury,” she whispers up to you. Jesus, she’s beautiful. Of course she is. You pull back, then thrust into her, groaning at how tight and warm she is around your prick. It’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, but even then, you’re sure it didn’t feel this good. “Oh, God!” she gasps unprompted, pushing back against you weakly with no leverage to speak of. You take hold of her hips, making sure she’s properly braced, which she grants you a thankful smile for. You kiss her as you start to pump inside her, your bare chest pressed against her own as you screw her. She doesn’t feel like a human woman. She feels better.

“This is fucking crazy,” you pant out as you build speed, taking a moment from making out with her to catch your breath. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You can stop whenever you would like,” she tells you, small whimpers and moans slipping in despite the formal nature of the statement. “You are performing above expectation so far, though. And my sensors are collecting valuable data to analyze any internal damage.” She screams out as you hilt yourself inside her suddenly, then start to ram into her in short, rapid thrusts. “Oh, please, don’t stop!” she pleads, this time much less formally. “I’m going cum if you keep screwing me like this! I need to feel it, how I’ll squeeze and beg around your cock! Don’t you want to feel how much my body needs your cum? Don’t you want to fill me up with all that tension you’re carrying, let go of it and have it wash into me in a wave of your seed, free yourself completely?”

She makes it sound so good, between her longing gazes up at you as you fuck her harder, the way her breasts shake every time you slam inside her, and the earnest desperation she puts into her voice when she eggs you on. It feels a little weird to have your sex doll – a sex doll, you can’t fucking keep her, push you through apprehension, especially so easily, but the way she’s wrapping around your member as you pound her into your ratty, old couch makes it easy to ignore.

“Yes!” you hiss out, keeping one hand on her hips and the other pushing the shattered stump of her left arm down. If she had wrists, you’d wrap your fingers around them and feel how **** she’s letting herself be to you. This will do for now, anyway. “You’re so sexy, I can’t believe I thought I was going to do this without sleeping with you!”

“I’m designed to appeal to anyone, Bradbury,” she offers with a wry smile, interrupted by a deep groan as you feel her muscles (or whatever those are) contracting as she gets closer to orgasm. “Take comfort knowing you never stood a chance!” Her taunt, even in context of what she actually is, turns you on even more, and you grunt as your violent thrusting reaches a feverish pace. Mariah’s eyes close shut, pinching tightly as she screams out, starting to appear to orgasm all over your cock. It’s wildly convincing, especially the wetness that bursts out from her around your ramming shaft, squirting all over the both of you as she arches her back and her hips writhe back towards you eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes, harder!” she moans out as she rides through the climax. “Cum inside me, Bradbury! I can feel you throbbing, please give me your cum! God, I need it, I need it, oh my Goooooooood!” She trails off the last few words into a keening shriek as her body shakes and squirms in orgasm a second time, mounting off of her last climax.

The feeling of her pussy massaging your rock-hard cock is too much. She’s too warm, too wet, too beautiful, too **** for you to deny any longer. You groan as you start to cum, hot ropes of semen bursting into Mariah as you keep up fast, but shallow thrusts, almost entirely inside her even when you pull back. It seems to go on forever as you fill her with your seed, your body demanding you find some impossible way to get this machine pregnant, every facet of her telling you that you need to claim her, mark her, own her in any way you can. She continues to gasp, pant, and moan, impressive breasts heaving with increasingly-wild attempts to catch her breath enough for the next scream, as her throbbing cunt milks you into her. With an exhausted, but joyful grunt of finality, the last of your cum flows into her as you hold yourself all the way inside her, savoring the satisfaction of feeling completely depleted by her efforts and your own lust.

“Thank you, Bradbury.” She’s still simulating the need for deep recovery breaths, even though you’re most certainly out of gas for the evening. Even knowing the trick, it makes you feel a little sexier. “That will be more than adequate for analysis. Though I may require further assistance in the following week to be absolutely sure of my system integrity. Should I try to extrapolate from this data, or would you want to test my capabilities more fully at that time?”

“I’d …” God, this is a bad idea. You really need the money. “I would love to test your capabilities. All of them, as far as they go.” She smiles up at you, seeming pleased.

“Excellent. My self-cleaning protocols are still operational. If you would like to clean yourself, however, you are free to. Or to remain here. I am fully capable of providing aftercare and general companionship, however limited my capacity for actual emotion. I would offer to clean you myself or join you in the shower, but I both suspect you may need time to yourself to deal with your conflicted feelings about using me and … I can’t really follow you anywhere in this state.”

“I know.” You don’t need to sound so apologetic. “I’ll start looking for material first thing tomorrow to repair your arms. And legs, I just figured if you have self-repair protocols as well-“

“Then I can assist in my reconstruction once my manual dexterity is restored. An astute, and accurate, conclusion. And I will still require a replacement battery as well as repairs to battery housing before I can be fully ambulatory anyway. Restoring my arms is an excellent first priority.” You pull out of her, prompting a small sigh when you slip your now-relaxed cock from her pussy. You’re surprised none of your cum flows out, but that must be the self-cleaning she was talking about. “Get adequate rest, Bradbury. Maintenance of a GT-X series unit is an intensive, but rewarding task. And after our diagnostic, you will indeed need to recover your strength.”

Concurring, you head to the shower to get clean and ready for bed. You leave Mariah idle rather than off, at her advice, to help process the events of the day, especially your session together. It’s a little hard not to stare at her after dressing her again (which she points out is hardly necessary, but you disagree) when you’re trying to fall asleep on the nearby cot you’ve dragged into your little tear-down. This is a horrible idea. But you feel happy for the first time in a damn long time. You can’t really put a price on that.