A Prototype B-9 Sex Droid

Sesbyr pulled the sheet off the droid and revealed what he had been working on. At first it looked like a regular B-1 Battle Droid but then a panel slid open between the droid’s spindly legs and a long bulbous metal penis dropped free, as thick as Ahsoka’s thigh and nearly as long! It was segmented in several places, and while Ahsoka stared in astonishment it rose up with a mighty clang and snapped to full droid hardness!

It was no mere ornament, either, the mushroom cockhead lubricated and designed for penetration, Ahsoka had seen her fair share of pleasure droids, in brothels and the offices of wealthy politicians, but this was the first she knew of combat droids being sex capable.

“A few Separatist leaders placed orders for a new type of droid, one that could ... pleasure their significant other while they were at war,” He turned to the droid. “Execute Order.... 69.”

The droid didn't hesitate, Ahsoka’s restriands were turned off and she fell onto all fours. The droid immediately took advantage of her new position, leaning in with his hips and pressing his dripping cock to her pouty mouth. Not wanting her teeth broken, Ahsoka groaned but didn't resist, brown eyes rolling back as the droid filled her face with artificial cock, giving her only a moment to experience the metallic taste of his unit, the oily tang of his jizz, before he began sawing back and forth, going deeper with every thrust until he was deep in her throat.

Eyes fluttering while drool poured from her mouth, the sergeant's cock repeatedly disappearing between her lips and down her throat. He quickly yanked free and took aim. Ahsoka immediately squeezed her eyes shut, drool pouring from her mouth and dangling from her chin while thick spurts of hot jizz splattered against her forehead, pasting dark wisps to her supple skin. The mix of disgust and arousal she felt as he painted her pretty face an oily off-white was almost overwhelming, but she didn't blame the droid. He was only following his programming.