Plastic Pleasure - Emily

*** Plastic Pleasure ***

The New Office FAC (Female Android Cocksleeve)

It was Danni’s duty to perform regular maintenance checks on the androids, but he was also a part-time employee in the office. Thanks to him, Emily could eat and drink her fill – he was the one bringing her meals every night, so she never starved.

She rubbed her throat, which felt sore from constant **** and cock warming at the hands of Marcus, her owner in the office. Danni saw her discomfort and smirked, but continued cleaning the other androids.

How many times does someone need to cum in a day? She rubbed her knees, which were tender from kneeling for the past three days to satisfy Marcus. “Can’t you bring me something better?” She asked the man, who stifled a gag from the noxious smell of liquids he drained from a blue-haired android with big, round breasts.

“Cum and piss not enough for you?” He said, replacing the saturated rag with another.

Emily ignored the question and looked at her cheeseburger. “I just mean, I'd rather stick to the healthier stuff you bring.”

Danni ignored her, moving onto another android.

“Do you enjoy this?” Emily took a small bite out of the burger.

“Oh yeah,” he said, panting as he scrubbed the android’s face thoroughly. “Best job in the world.” Sarcasm.

Emily watched as he drained sperm and other fluids from the machines and carefully wiped them down. “Why do you do it then?”

“Someone has to,” he grunted as he lifted two buckets full of lust and waste. He carefully shuffled to the storage room’s exit and left Emily alone.

She knew he was heading to the toilets to pour the liquids down the toilet to flush. The storage room smelled like a toilet, and Emily felt ashamed by the fact she had managed to adjust to such conditions. When Danni returned, Emily had finished her cheeseburger. “I was wondering…”

“Yeah?” Danni asked, continuing his duties.

“Since it’s just you and me here now, couldn’t you turn a few of the cameras off in the office? I’d appreciate it, you know. I’d love to be able to walk around outside this filthy room…” Before she had even finished speaking, Danni was shaking his head.

“Nope. Because then people would ask questions. The fewer questions these pencil pushers ask about me, and about you, the better. We need them to believe you’re just another one of these things.” He tapped the cheek of a red-haired android with the back of his hand. “And I put in a lot of effort to keep this room clean, so show a little respect.”

It was difficult for Emily to show appreciation when 80% of her diet consisted of sperm and urine. Danni was not directly at fault, but he worked for that despicable organisation, and he was benefiting from her misery just as much as the rest of them.

“Phew,” Danni let out an exasperated sigh, causing Emily to snap her attention to him. “Finally finished. Do you need to wash?”

Emily nodded.

Danni stood outside while Emily cleaned herself. Her long, silky black hair was stained with cum and sweat. The jizz had dried up in her bangs, which clung to her forehead. At least he let me use warm water, Emily thought, scrubbing her body down with a sponge. Next, she brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouth wash. There was no way she would be able to sleep with the taste of Marcus' cum and piss in her mouth.

Several minutes later, Emily called out: "Hey, I'm finished."

Danni put his suitcase down, and retrieved a towel for her, which she dried herself off with. "Alright, well... I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, once she handed the towel back to him.

“Wait… Can you tell me about them? The black market you work for?”

Danni paused for a second, then dismissed the question. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yeah… I didn’t think so. It was not long after Danni left that Emily’s fatigue took over, and she fell asleep.

The next morning, Danni knocked on the door.

“Why do you always knock? It’s not like they’re up to no good in there…” Marcus said.

“Eh, just a habit I guess,” Danni said.

“Don’t interrupt me, Marcus,” Dahn scolded.

“Sorry, sir,” Marcus said meekly.

“Anyway,” Dahn continued, “after that I had to get my tooth removed. It’s horrible, so trust me, Danni, get that shit taken care of as soon as you can.” Dahn said, approaching the centre of the storage room.

“Will do, Sir,” Danni said, waiting by the door.

Emily stood adjacent to the androids. Thanks to Danni’s signal every morning, she never gets caught sleeping like a human being.

“Attention!” Dahn called out to the row of beautiful cum drainers. Simultaneously, the androids opened their eyes. Starting from Emily, continuing down the line, the company boss groped each of their breasts. It was a ritual he performed every morning. The first time he touched Emily like this, it caught her off guard, but she was used to it now. “Good morning, cock sleeves!” Dahn said. “Are you ready for another day of service?”

“Yes, Mister Garceu,” they all said in unison.

Mister Garceu is such a pig, Emily thought, as the perverted grey-haired man caressed an android’s pussy lips with his index finger. I hate that men like him have power… and I’m stuck in a shitty situation like this.

Emily’s thoughts were interrupted when Marcus stood before her. “Morning, slut-guts!” He said, giving both of her breasts a rough squeeze.

“Good morning, Master,” She said, passively. Emily did what Marcus expected of her every morning. She got down on her knees and followed along behind him like a dog until she reached his desk. She crawled under it.

It was not long before other employees filled the office, and androids assumed their positions under desks like Emily.

“Yo, Marky,” a young worker approached Marcus, who was seated and about to unzip his pants.

“Uh, yeah?” He asked, displeased with the interruption.

“Hey, Marcus – Sorry to interrupt, but it’s your toy’s turn to make coffee.”

Emily perked at the thought.

Marcus slid his seat back, “Go on then, fuckface. But hurry up!”

Emily hid the excitement inside as she crawled out from under the desk. Making coffee is the only human thing I get to do here… It felt wonderful, walking around the office and delivering coffee to each employee. It was certainly a much better alternative to sucking dick. Her turn to make coffee only comes once a week, due to the number of employees with their own androids.

When she finished, Emily returned to Marcus who scowled at her.

“What the hell took you so long?” Marcus pulled his chair out again, “Are you a defect or something? I swear you take longer than the others do. Whatever, just hurry up,” he ordered, gesturing to the space under his desk.

Emily obediently moved back into her ‘home’.

Marcus unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, then waited for Emily to get to work.

Every day, it’s the same thing, Emily thought as Marcus’ musk filled the small space. The scent intensified once Emily wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and began jerking it softly. She felt a slight pulse come from the man’s dick.

“Come on. I’m sick of telling you; suck it. My wife gives me handjobs; I don’t need you doing that shit too, for fuck sake.” Marcus heard someone chuckle behind him, then the two casually spoke about their activities planned for the weekend.

He’s having a casual conversation while I’m under his desk, tending to his needs. What the hell is wrong with these people? I mean, I know the other women under the desks are androids, and they think I am, too, but how is this okay? Emily closed her lips around Marcus’ thick, bright red crown and gently massaged the underside with long, slow strokes of her tongue. Another pulse tickled her tongue, and she heard Marcus’ voice rise in pitch slightly. When the length of Marcus’ cock suddenly thrust in her mouth, though, accompanied by a lewd, but casual ‘Mmmmm,’ from above, she knew Marcus was not in the mood for a slow build-up. Precum leaked on her tongue, and Emily imagined Marcus’ wife playing with his dick, but not finishing him off. A spiteful part of the fake-android hoped that was the case, and she wished nothing but suffering on Marcus.

“You know, ever since this thing started blowing me, my wife reckons my dick is a lot cleaner.” Marcus cooed as he eased his head back, enjoying the android’s mouth.

“Oh my god, right? My wife said the same thing. She said she wishes I could bring this android home, she’d love to watch,” Timothy laughed.

“Honestly, though,” Marcus spoke a lot more quietly now, which only seemed to attract more attention. “My wife can’t suck half as well as this thing can.” A few workers laughed, and a couple even agreed. “So if she just wants to give me handjobs, that’s fine. Cum-guts here can do all the sucking!”

I could bite your dick off right now… Emily thought, as she carefully worshipped the man’s cock with her mouth and tongue.

“Alright,” Marcus said, turning his attention back to his computer. “Quit stalling; your face should be in my lap by now.”

“Unnnngggghhhh,” Emily heard a groan come from one of the nearby workers, and she assumed he just climaxed. “You’re such a good girl…”

Emily thought it was sweet that at least someone treated their android with respect. Minimal respect, but it was something at least. How is it that I have the worst luck? How could the only human in a batch of androids be paired with a piece of shit like Marcus? Maintenance could repair an android’s damaged throat, but Emily knew she could suffer irreversible damage to her oesophagus if Marcus decided to get extremely rough with her. I need to do my best to make sure he doesn’t go overboard. With a dick his size, he could ruin me… It was like psychological **** to the girl, knowing that if he wasn’t satisfied with how she blew him, he might just ravage her throat. At least if she was facefucking herself on his length, she could do it at her own pace.

A tablespoon’s worth of precum oozed from Marcus’ dick into Emily’s mouth as she took him deeper. The saltiness was potent, but she dutifully swallowed it down. She **** another two inches of the still-hardening cock in her mouth, and the sensation of her tongue massaging the shaft caused Marcus to reward her with another big helping.

The thickening crown suddenly jabbed hard into the entrance of Emily’s throat when Marcus thrust his hips upwards. A quiet bang, a result of Emily’s head smacking into the underside of the desk.

“If I feel those teeth on me,” Marcus sentence was cut off by a light groan. “Well, you know better than that, I guess. Actually, why do you even have teeth?” A throb from his cock distracted Marcus from that train of thought. “Uuunngggh, n-no, nevermind. It’s a hot thought, but you’d be ugly as fuck without those pearly whites.”

Did that idea turn you on, you sick fuck? Thoughts of **** dominated Emily’s mind. When I pay my debt, I’m going to destroy you. Her anger aside, Emily did not want to provoke any ideas from the man. She parted her lips as much as she could to accommodate the size of the swelling cock. Another inch of the huge dick moved down her throat, and Emily bet that if she had not undergone all that throat and gag reflex training, she would be vomiting all over Marcus’ dick right now.

As her discomfort intensified, drool leaked from her mouth in long, wet, warm trickles. The spit either dripped onto Emily’s tits and thighs or clung to Marcus’ meat until it gathered around his nutsack.

Marcus stopped typing and reached down for his toy’s head with his left hand. After taking a nice grip of her hair, he bucked his hips forward and pulled the girl’s head down. The sensation of her throat tightening and convulsing around his dick was mind-numbingly amazing. He tilted his head back and moved the android’s head up and down on his crotch, ignorant to the sound of Emily’s head bashing against the underside of his desk.

The increased pace and wild face fucking was like a welcome sign to Emily. Marcus was about to cum, and the throbbing monster made it all the more apparent. “Sssshhhrrssh, Sssshhhhrrrsseeewwch, sshhhhrrssshwchp,” the wet sound was accompanied by a chorus from beneath other desks. It was as if Marcus’ impending orgasm and lust frenzied some of the other employees who all felt the urge to dump a quick load down their attendants.

Cum blasted down Emily’s throat, and the black-haired ‘android’ could only close her eyes as the thick, chunky semen filled her up. Several thick strands rocketed down and hit the back of her throat. Cum spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin in thick rivulets. Emily’s nostrils stung as jizz bubbled out of them before popping, and eventually spilling onto her thighs.

Marcus took a minute to enjoy the afterglow of his climax while taking deep, satisfying breaths, then pushed the android off his cock with his foot. “Clean me up,” he ordered in a firm tone.

Emily controlled her breathing and fought the urge to cough up cum. When the sticky white, thick fluid tried to rise in her stomach, she forcibly swallowed it back down. Her gulping sounded loud in the confines under the desk, but no one seemed to notice or care.

Marcus had Emily gently worship his cock and balls for the next two hours. “Just uh… Keep kissing my dick and balls.” His cock got hard again on multiple occasions, but he just wanted the android to build him up. After another ten minutes, Marcus said, “Work my dick with your tits,” and answered the phone ringing on his desk. “You’ve reached Garceu’s Computer Repair; this is Marcus.”

As Emily listened to her owner guide a customer through the process of installing anti-virus protection, she enveloped the fat, girthy dick resting on her face between her breasts. She squeezed her tits together, then moved her melons back and forth, watching the man’s urethra wink at her and occasionally leak fat globulets of prenut. The fake-android moved her tits around in slow, drawn-out rotations, earning the occasional quiet moan from the man above.

“Slow down for a minute,” Marcus ordered, and Emily heard him speaking with with someone. She recognised the voice as Mister Garceu’s.

Marcus has a good relationship with the boss… Emily stored that information away.

As another bead of prenut oozed from Marcus’ cock, Emily licked it up and began quietly sucking the fluid from the crown.

Marcus’ conversation with the boss continued.

Emily heard a cup placed on the desk; then she saw an android return to its position a few stations away. She gulped another pulsing wave of precum, then took Marcus’ cock deeper in her mouth while continuing to massage the length of his shaft with her fat, pillowy breasts.

When Mister Garceu walked away, Marcus began typing again and ordered: “Faster, make me cum with your tits.”

It was a whisper, but still an order. Emily kept the man in her mouth and moved her tits back and forth more actively. She squeezed them together tighter than before, and soon the excess fat of her tits was rubbing between Marcus’ thighs. Sometimes, Emily felt one of her nipples lightly bumping into the man’s nutsack, which was hanging off the chair like a pair of overripe oranges.

Thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak, thwak! Flesh slapping flesh continued until Emily felt Marcus’ cock pulse with a need to explode. Cum erupted in her mouth, and on instinct, or more likely muscle memory, she gulped it down. Marcus’ orgasm wasn’t as voluminous this time, but it was just as powerful. When the climax showed signs of stopping, Emily kept the last few tablespoon-sized ropes of cum in her mouth.

After her minute of relaxation, the man looked down when he heard a strange but familiar noise. He had to pull his chair out slightly to get a view of Emily with her head tilted back and gargling his cum. The sight made him chuckle; then he returned to his work. Before that, though, he rewarded the android slut with an affectionate, but hard cockslap to the cheek.

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Two Months Later -

Another day. The same routine. Emily woke up early and hid her things in the usual spot; under a loose tile in the corner of the FAC storage room. She spent thirty minutes preparing herself for the day to come, performing light mouth exercises and eating a small, healthy breakfast. She rushed to the bathroom to do her business, then returned to the storage room.

All done before 8:30 am, opening time for the telemarketing office.

There were nineteen androids, all with individual physical traits such as hair styles, colour and skin tone. Professionally and carefully lined up from one end of the storage room to the other, ten on one side, nine on the other. Emily was the tenth who was missing, but she soon took her place beside a blonde haired, busty android.

She feigned an 'inactive' state like the androids. Soon, the storage room door opened and in walked the boss, Mister Garceu.

"Good morning my lovely girls!" He yelled happily, the activation code for them that only worked with his voice. At the same time, the androids all came to life, turning their heads to the boss and smiling at him.

"Good morning, Mister Garceu!" Emily echoed with them.

Several minutes later, each android, including Emily, took their places under their assigned desks. Each worker had their own personal office FAC. Emily was on her knees under Marcus' desk, waiting for her owner to come in.

Marcus gave a soft groan as he toppled down into his seat. Most of the other girls have their pretty lips full, but Emily? Nothing yet. Those needy lips left poor and aching, but finally, he arrived. A faint hint of musky sweat started to spill out from his trousers, assaulting Emily’s nostrils as he spread his thighs. He reached down and pulled his shoes off, kicking them somewhere under the desk with the android. Then he planted one foot on Emily’s shoulder and the other lunged in front of the girl’s face, wiggling his toes before her mouth. “Come on, my car broke down and I had to walk the rest of the way. I think you know what to do, right?”

Emily could smell the sweat coming from the man's toes - but she had no intention of disobeying. She was supposed to be an obedient android, after all.

"Yes, Marcus," the fair-skinned woman responded. She raised both hands and took the foot between her fingers with all the care in the world. Then, she pressed her mouth under the toes at the apex of the sole, and began kissing. The toes wiggled under her nostrils and she felt a light layer of sweat scrape off on her skin. Soon, her kisses turned into licks that saw her tongue slipping through each of Marcus' toes.

After a while, she moved down along the sole - tenderly planting her kisses along the foot until her lips ended at the worker's heel. Finally, in one long, slow motion, she licked from the heel back up to the toes.

"Thank you for allowing me to show your feet the proper respect, Marcus," Emily said.

When Emily stopped worshipping her foot, Marcus looked down at the android while enjoying the sensation of being off his feet. Suddenly, that foot that was already covered in a sheen of the android's saliva was rudely shoved back into the suckbot's mouth - toes first.

Emily flinched from the **** and immediately felt the toes wiggle in her mouth. The man kept pushing as well, as if he was trying to **** his foot as deep into Emily's mouth as possible. Emily's tongue got busy, scrubbing the underside of her user's sole as saliva began to spill from her mouth. It trickled down her chin and sprinkled onto her bare tits.

After several more seconds of almost **** on Marcus' foot, Emily pulled her head away just enough for the toes to slip out of her mouth. A thick glob of saliva fell from her mouth, rivulets of spit hanging from the woman's other foot that showed no respect as it came to a rest on Emily's forehead and began smearing all that spit around.

Meanwhile, Emily showed the same love to the other foot. She took the toes in her mouth and ran her tongue under each one, before sliding her wet appendage between them. She began suckling on the big toe, feeling every bump and callous the man's sweaty feet had on the big piggie.

Marcus could be quite grouchy and prickly at times, but the attention to his feet made him feel nice and relaxed. “I really wish I could take you home, you know that? I should look into getting another one, just like you, that I can call around the house.” He flexed his toes as he reached down beneath the desk, allowing his fingers to travel to unzip his trousers. The scent from beneath his pants grew thicker, although it would be hard to pick up on while those stuffy soles bullied Emily’s face. He rubbed them up and down the eager suckwhore’s face before finally taking them away, leaving the android’s face slick with her own spit.

Then, Marcus slid his thighs over the girl’s shoulders and allowed his legs to rest down her back before giving her a slight tug.

With those feet out of the way, his hardening erection could be seen beneath a pair of blue briefs - thick and bulging with a need for attention. It lightly tapped against the underside of the desk, soft thuds filling the room as Marcus gripped the waistline of his underwear and slowly drew it upwards, exposing the eager mast. His foreskin covered tip twitched to life as it dripped with precum. “Look, it’s your favourite… Have a taste!”

It astounded Emily that her feelings had changed so much over the course of her time here. She once dreaded waking up every day to do the same thing - spend eight hours a day beneath Marcus' desk and worship his cock, feet, or whatever else the man told her to do. But overtime, she began to grow accustomed to it. She got to know Marcus better through the man's conversations with his co-workers, or when he'd complain about his wife back home. Compliments would sometimes be thrown down at the android, things like 'I wish she could suck as well as you,'. At first, words like that only repulsed Emily. But after downing so many loads from the man's cock, she really did begin to appreciate the kindness veiled in that disrespect.

"Yes, Marcus," Emily obediently echoed under the desk. Her cheeks flushed a dark red as her mouth found the tip of that cock. She wasn't sure when she realised that she actually enjoyed the taste. Or maybe it was the approving, satisfying sounds Marcus would make while her mouth got busy.

Her tongue slowly caressed the thickening cock, tasting the musk and sweat accumulated around the cock throughout the Summer morning heat

Marcus grumbled a little, letting his left hand come down atop that lush black hair, splaying his fingers into Emily’s scalp as his gruff digits curled against her. He used it as a grip to carefully pull the android closer. “Mmnf, that’s it. Clean it up nice and good…” A long, drawn out sigh escapes his lips as he lifts his hips a little, that bloated tip pulsing between those soft cock suckers. His foreskin peeled back to let more of raw cock fill her mouth. Blood started flowing and swelled the shaft to life as his second hand took a hold of the veiny fuckmeat. He drawed down the length to idly stroke and get himself excited. “Mmm… If you weren’t just a machine, I’d feel guilty about having you down there. Not sure if you androids ever talk amongst yourselves, but I’ve got the biggest cock in the office, y’know? Regular girls can’t throat it like you do. It’s a pity I can’t shove it in your pussy and let you enjoy it properly. But you don’t mind, do you? You’re satisfied using your mouth, aren’t you? Oh, I mean your cock sleeve.”

For the first month in her service to Marcus, Emily's days of cock sucking were autonomous. It was work and nothing more. She obeyed instruction without question, got Marcus' cock hard, made him cum, and then was allowed to rest throughout the day until the man wanted to cum again. Emily felt nothing, except perhaps sorry for herself for being in such an unfair, inhumane situation.

But now it was more enjoyable. The scent and taste of Marcus' cock made the false-android's heart race. The sound of his moans as he'd come closer to satisfaction left Emily's cunt feeling moist. She even got aroused from listening to Marcus berate and mock her.

She broke her mouth off the cock, "Yes," she said, giving the underside a quick but affectionate kiss, "I love using my cocksleeve of a mouth to get you off, Marcus." Then, with that, she swallowed the cock into her mouth again. Another thing she enjoyed was feeling the dick grow hard while she suckled on it, that shivering sensation of the raw meat growing through the foreskin. And then, a drop of precum that she so eagerly swallowed.

Marcus grinned to himself at that comment, his cock giving another eager throb from hearing his designated cock swallower admit her love for pleasing him. “Nnnunffh… I know you do. It makes me happy to hear that.” It grew thicker between those dicksucking lips, stretching the eager prick pillows as the tip began to slide down along the back of Emily’s tongue. The hand atop Emily’s head gave a slight pull down to urge the tip closer to the android’s trained throat, feeling it stroke his glands off.

His toes curled against the small of his sweatrag’s back, running up and down as those balls begin to bubble and tighten with a need to release. “Good girl… I bought you a gift today, too!” He released the girl and reached into his pocket, pulling a small tube of black lipstick out. “Try it on!”

Emilly massaged the underside of Marcus’ twitching crown with soft strokes of her tongue. Then she reached up and took the lipstick. After a while longer of careful cock nursing, she took her mouth off the dick and licked her lips, making sure it was free of excess saliva or Marcus’ precum.

"Thank you for the gift, Marcus," she said, applying a generous amount of the black paint. Without a mirror, she couldn't ascertain her accuracy, but she knew Marcus didn't care about that. The man wanted marks of affection on his cock. And... "May I please take your dick in my throat and show you how much I love being your cum dump, Sir?" If she had said anything like this before the black market **** her into slavery, Emily would faint from embarrassment and lose all respect for herself. But now, there wasn't any more self respect left to lose.

"Throat it, whore!" Was Marcus' lust-filled, hoarse response.

Emily did as she was told, taking the cock between her black lips. A sheen of black make up was left on the crown of the cock, quickly washed away by the excessive drool in Emily's mouth as she took the cock deeper between her lips. The lipstick smeared along the length of the shaft. When the head of Marcus' cock hit the entrance of her throat, Emily's uvula battled the crown and lost - although more saliva spilled down Emily's chin and ran down Marcus' cock or dropped onto the android's tits.

Finally, in an almost fluid motion, Marcus' dick disappeared down Emily's throat. The bot didn't have much of a gag reflex, but with each wet deep insertion, a moist vacuum sounded out. "Sssslllrrgk, ssshhhrrffpt." <3

When Emily got to the base of Marcus’ cock, she tightened the grip of her lips around it. Grinding them in place, pride began to swell in her heart. Marcus really had the biggest cock? Somehow, she, a human, was putting in more work than genuine androids designed for the purpose of cock swallowing. The mark of her lipstick would be like a trophy, for both her and her designated user. She kept it up, feeling the cock throb and twitch in her throat - occasionally leaking precum that dribbled with a splash straight into her stomach.

Marcus bit his lip, curling his toes and tightening the grip he had on Emily's head with his thighs. But then, the three-ring bell sounded out through the office.

The boss, Mister Garceu, spoke into a microphone from his office that played through the speakers.. "We just got an order from a mining company. You all will receive a list of names you need to email, but it needs to be done before lunch time! So get busy, everyone!”

All employees working today knew that Garceu had no intention of stopping them from using their androids. With a sigh, Marcus pulled his legs off of Emily's shoulders, without taking his cock out of her mouth, and gently eased his chair forward while Emily moved back. Now, the android was out of sight, but her mouth continued to diligently work around the man's cock.

Needing to take a breath, Emily slowly pulled her throat off the cock. It was a long grind that caused her esophagus to scratch from the sensation, but finally, with a wet plop, her airway was free and she could breathe again. While inhaling the musky air through her nose, Emily continued to massage Marcus' cock with her mouth - keeping it deep enough for the head to squirt her uvula with the occasional rope of precum that she dutifully swallowed.

"Unnnfh, you're so good at this, sucksleeve. How's it looking down there? Lots of nice lipstick marks for me?" Marcus asked while scrolling through his emails, biting his lip in eagerness for more of the android's loving cock worship.

Emily took the cock out of her mouth, exposing it to the warm air under the desk. She used her hands, one to stroke the cock and admire the foreskin peel up and over the precum slicked head, and the other to gently play with Marcus' balls.

"Yessss," the android said in a high pitched, aroused tone of voice that Marcus might not have been used to hearing from her. "There's a dense black ring around the base."

In a show of affection, Marcus reached down under the desk with one hand and gave the slutty android a pat on the head. "Good girl. Make me cum. Got a lot of work to do... and remember to let me watch you gargle it before you swallow."

Emily nuzzled her face into the petting hand, surprised again at how subservient and dependent she had become on the man. While continuing to stroke the cock, she moved her head down to show those fat nuts proper love. Her lips pursed over the musky, full sack, giving them kisses that left more marks of appreciation behind.

Her tongue pressed against the base of the man's cock, just above the lipstick ring, and slowly dragged its way back up to the head. It throbbed on the wet muscle, and soon Emily was desperately grinding her throat down the shaft. Up and down, up and down. It made her neck bulge and copious amounts of pale-white throat slop drooled from the corners of her tightened lips, running down the length of Marcus' cock and soaking his nuts.

"Gonna cum!" Marcus warned, giving Emily enough time to retreat and hold the head in her mouth. It twitched furiously and Emily jerked it off.

When Marcus came, his body tensed and his breathing became hoarse. His toes curled and he gripped the edge of the table hard while sperm exploded in thick ropes to fill Emily's mouth.

When the orgasm was over, Marcus stopped his work for a moment and pulled his chair away enough so he could see his throatsleeve.

"Good, show me," He ordered, his saliva and cum-soaked cock hanging between his trembling thighs. He recalled the first time the android gargled his cum - she did it without asking and for some reason that always stuck. Now, he made her gargle his cum almost every time she drained his balls. The only time she didn’t, is when he wanted to nut straight down her throat or coat her pretty face in his seed.

Emily looked up at the man with a mouthful of his sperm. She rolled her tongue around the thick creamy substance, which caused some of it to overflow and trickle down her chin. Not wanting to waste any more, she carefully widened her lips to keep the rest of it inside. Then, the swirling continued. Marcus’ cum was thick and seemed to desperately cling to her tongue before falling into the swishing cum pool in her mouth. Finally, she tilted her head back, eyes still focused on her designated user, and began to gargle.

"Gggglllrggggllll ... ggglllrrggggllllrgggglllrrgghl." One bubble formed, followed by another. When one bubble popped, it was replaced, only for that to pop. The thick sperm became runnier as Emily’s saliva mixed in with it, and bubbles formed more often until her open mouth was a spume of cum-filled bursting bubbles. The saliva-tinged cum began spilling over her chin again as there was too much of the liquid in her mouth now.

Marcus smiled in amusement as he watched his cum bubble in the girl's mouth. "Good girl. Now swallow it."

Emily did as she was told, then started gulping the load down. It took three full swallows to properly drink the sperm - it was a huge load, as Marcus' orgasms always were, and finally, she opened her mouth to show it was all gone.

Marcus grinned, then pulled his chair back in. "Now clean me up and sit there until I need you again, bitch." ♥

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