*** Chapter Two - Another Day In The Office ***
Emily fought tears threatening to spill down her cheeks due to the sharp, burning sensation in her sinuses as she choked down Marcus' urine. Due to a policy on the office regarding cleanliness, employees had to ensure their FACs swallowed every drop when they used them for bathroom breaks.
"Yo, thanks for having me over yesterday," one of Marcus' co-workers, Dylan said, as he approached the man.
"Hey man, no worries, was good to have you. Been a while since I got that drunk, I'm surprised I'm not hungover." The two men chuckled, and Marcus' flow finally came to a stop.
"By the way, can you ask your wife about those dumplings she made?" Dylan asked, "Lizzie wants to try making them."
Emily felt Marcus' cock begin to swell inside her mouth, and wondered if it was because of Dylan's wife. She slowly pushed her tongue back and forth, as if asking the man if he wanted a blowjob. He didn't stop her, so she continued.
"Yeah," Marcus chuckled, "I'll send it to you on Messager. What do you think of that FAC announcement today? Did you see the news?"
Marcus had gotten so used to having a FAC worshipping his cock that he could casually watch YouTube on his computer with his co-worker. He wanted to show Dylan a recording of today's news broadcast.
"Wow, she's hot! Damn, she's got some curves!" Dylan said, causing Marcus to laugh. "I might have to use her later. I think I know where that exact booth is, so..."
"Apparently the FACs in these public booths are higher quality or something," Marcus said, then thrust his hips, causing the back of Emily's head to strike the table. "Like, they actually have a personality, unlike this wet blanket."
Dylan chuckled, then spoke in a low tone. "Well, that's not surprising. Mister Garceu is a bit of a cheapskate."
The back of Emily's head ached, and mucus built up within her throat as the bump forced her to take Marcus's cock deeper.
When Dylan left, Marcus watched the video again. He loved how eager the red-haired android was, and his cock throbbed as he imagined using her. "Suck faster," he ordered Emily.
The woman obeyed, picking up her pace until she found her rhythm. "Shhrrk shhhrrk sshhhrrk," her cheeks became slick with spit, much like Marcus' thighs as the saliva built up from the constant activity. She felt him throb again, and precum filled her oesophagus. She powered through the uncomfortable sensation, swallowing the fluid only for more to replace it. Then, the man's balls tightened against her chin when she throated his cock to the base. Rope after rope of thick, beer-flavoured semen clung to the walls of her throat before eventually falling into her stomach.
Marcus rocked in his chair as his body shook with pleasure, tightening his thighs around the android's head to keep her in place. When the orgasm was done, he sighed in relief and straightened up in his chair. He gripped an arm-rest in his left hand and pulled his chair into the desk, uncaring of the fact his knee drove into Emily's shoulder, knocking her back.
Looking forward to using the new line of public service FACs, Marcus closed the YouTube tab and busied himself with the customer emails Mister Garceu tasked him with replying to.
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*** Chapter Three - Michelle, Advanced FAC ***
Michelle smiled at the man as he walked into the booth. "Good evening, Sir!" She said, her voice filled with joy.
"Open your mouth," the man ordered, before he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, then pulled his cock free.
"Yes Sir!" Michelle said, somehow maintaining a happy expression with a wide-open mouth.
Ben was exhausted from his over-time night shift at the nearby Seven / Eleven. The man was in his fifties and was sick of answering to men and women younger than him. The manager at his store was an Indian woman - or Pakistani? The rude bitch treated him like a second-class citizen and rarely looked at him as she spewed orders and criticism his way because he occasionally forgot to thank customers for their patronage.
The disgruntled worker brushed his greying, shoulder-length hair back with one hand, and used the other to peel his wrinkled foreskin back. He didn't know why, but the fact the Android looked so happy pissed him off. Ben unleashed his bladder at full force, targetting the bubbly girl's mouth with a torrent of urine that was just as noisy as you'd expect. She swallowed it, and he kept the flow going, aiming the flow at her eyes which forced her to close them. Her hair became drenched in the yellow-tinged nectar, and soon he bathed her tits with his smelly liquid.
Five seconds passed once the stream stopped, and the happy girl giggled. "Thank you, Sir! That was delicious!" When the man stepped forward, Michelle took his piss-dripping dick between her lips and suckled the remaining drops free.
"Suck it," he ordered, closing his eyes as his cock hardened. He imagined the android was his Indian or Pakistanian boss - the idea of stinging her eyes with his urine before forcing her to suck him off had his cock hard in an instant.
Light from the booth's ceiling shined off Michelle's piss-soaked face, and the urine continued to drip from her drenched hair. She slowly moved her head back and forth, though each time Ben's cock reached the entrance of her throat, she held him there for a few seconds before pulling away.
Michelle looked into Ben's eyes as the man gripped the sides of her head and forced her to look up at him. He buried his cock down her throat before she withdrew again, and his nuts were balanced on her chin. She felt his manhood throb, and he held her there for a good ten seconds before allowing a thick strand of saliva to splat between her eyes. Then, her nose buried in his thick bush of grey pubic hair as he began humping her face like a brand new fleshlight.
She heard his breathing quicken, then his balls tightened. He thrust hard into her throat, causing his thighs to clap against her cheeks, and repeated the same motion three more times as he unleashed his rage-filled orgasm.
Ben sighed with relief at having vented his frustrations. He felt better and considered patting the android's head for a job well done, but didn't like the idea of getting piss on his hand. There was a sink he could clean himself up with, but he decided the thing wasn't worth the effort.
When the man pulled his cock out, he left the tip between Michelle's lips. She suckled it clean, and when he was sure no excess sperm would dirty his underwear, he left her.
Once the man was gone, Michelle leaned back and pressed the red button on the wall behind her. Water began to jet from a shower head above, rinsing the urine off her body, all which seeped into the drain beneath her. She grabbed a bottle of Listerine from the small steel shelf beside her and gargled a mouthful of it before spitting it down the same drain. She repeated this process until the taste of Ben's urine was a memory.
"I hope I made him feel better," she whispered to herself with a wistful smile.
Ten minutes passed before another person entered the booth. He was much younger than Ben - maybe in his early twenties - and she heard him talking to someone outside.
"Let's just go together," he said, urging his hidden companion to follow. "It will be fun! Come on!"
Michelle grinned as a woman followed the twenty-year-old into the structure, realising she was nervous about the situation. "Good afternoon, guys!" The redhead said, squeezing her breasts together with her arms as she leaned forward. When she got a closer look at the man, she realised he was quite muscular.
The woman looked uneasy, though she laughed at Michelle's gesture. "I don't know, Jean, it's just too weird..."
The boyfriend leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Come on, just give it a try? For me?"
Michelle stifled a giggle at how red the Asian girl's face turned after the man kissed her.
"Okay," the girl gave in. Michelle stifled a giggle, finding it cute how red the Asian woman's face turned after Jean kissed her.
"You're the best, babe," Jean whispered in the girl's ear, "Go in her mouth."
