*** Break Down ***
Michelle finished washing, following with a mouthful of Listerine. She saw the bottle was nearly empty and hoped one of her caretakers would show up soon to replace it. Three more men used her that day, though none of them matched Dylan's friend's description. As soon as the digital clock reached four zeroes, a compartment opened in the rear corner of the booth, allowing a bed to appear. The redhead ate the paste designed for FACs before laying down and falling asleep immediately.
"Michael!" Michelle's eyes shot awake, and when she sat up, she realised her cheeks were wet with tears. Then, she was confused - she had already forgotten the name that left her lips.
Once she wiped her cheeks, she saw the digital clock reading eight in the morning and smiled in excitement. Another day of serving men as a convenient relief station. She got up out of bed, causing the mattress to fold back into the wall, before crossing the threshold to the small stall leading into a Japanese-style toilet. Once she took care of her business, she was in position under the showerhead by quarter past eight.
Five minutes later, the entry door slid open and a man wearing a black fisherman's beanie walked in. Michelle could bright red, wiry facial hair on one half of his face thanks to the light peering in from the sun.
"Michelle, eh?" Marcus said, the door shutting as he approached the kneeling android. "Nice. Most FAC I've, uh, 'met' don't have names."
Michelle giggled, "Hah, well, I'm sure they have names, but they don't matter. We exist to give you pleasure, after all."
Marcus smirked, now standing in front of the redhead. "That's exactly right. I think it's great that you know your place."
She noticed a bulge growing like a snake under his black suit pants. She raised one hand and began massaging the python, earning a low-pitched moan from the man. "Mmm, wow, you're big, aren't you?"
The question prompted Marcus into unbuckling his belt. As he pulled the straps free, he stepped forward, rubbing his crotch into the woman's face. "You look a bit older than the other androids. Are you supposed to be a MILF model or something?"
"Hehe, you're such a flatterer!" Michelle ground her face between his legs, supporting his balls with her chin through the black material. "Well, my designed age is twenty-nine, so yes, I suppose I am a Mother You'd Love To Fuck!"
"This is a little weird." Despite that statement, Marcus' cock still throbbed through his pants against the android's cheek. She looked up at him questioningly, so he continued. "You're just so... human-like. The FACs I use at work and home are so robotic, speaking only when spoken to, but you're like an actual person."
"Is that a bad thing, sir?" Michelle asked, gripping the front of Marcus' trousers. She began slowly pulling them down, smiling up at the man as the meat of his shaft appeared.
Marcus inhaled sharply when the woman's hand wrapped around his cock. "Uggh... Nah, I think it's awesome. Some times I fantasise that my FACs are humans forced into slavery. It always makes me cum. Usually straight down their choking throats.
Michelle bit her lip, giggling a little. "God that's sexy. You're a bit fucked up, aren't you?" She asked, slowly jerking the man off. His cock hardened in her grip and soon she pumped her fist around his meat in verticle strokes, giving her room to suck his nuts.
"Nnn, maybe just a little bit," Marcus closed his eyes and relaxed. "My wife says I get too rough with her some times, which is why she bought a FAC for me."
"You know what I think?" Michelle asked, and when the man looked down at her, she stroked him faster. "I think you should be suuuuuper rough with me. Fuck my throat as if you hate me. That's the kind of thing that gets you off, right?" She kissed his cock, licking the precum that trickled on her lips.
"Fuck yes," Marcus spread his legs slightly, stepped forward and planted his feet beside Michelle's. He could just about sit on the woman's face from this position and the thought of damaging her made his cock throb. Another dollop of precum oozed onto the android's tongue as he pushed his crown between her lips. All the dirty talking and that handjob built him up and he knew a soul-shattering orgasm was on its way.
Michelle swallowed the salty, creamy fluid as it filled her mouth. It just kept flowing and she wondered if the man just kept edging himself before coming to meet her. She felt his hands wrap around her high-tied ponytail before he thrust his hips into her face. Wanting to please the man, she forced a gag out of her throat. "Ggghhhrrrk!"
Marcus didn't expect to hear that sweet, sweet sound, and looked down at the woman in shock. He thrust again, feeling his balls rub against her chin.
"Ggghlllrrgghk!"
"Oh fuck yes!" He loved that sound and he wished his other FACs were programmed with that function.
When the man began fucking her face, Michelle forced herself to gag harder - "Gggllrrhk! Gggllrrghk! Ggglluurgghk!" She felt him tug on her hair and hold her down on his crotch for several seconds before hammering his cock in her throat in inch-long thrusts. "Gllk, ggllk, gggllk, gghk!" That was enough to push the sadistic man over the edge, and cum ran straight down Michelle's throat in multiple bursts. It hugged the linings of her oesophagus in clumps before dropping to her stomach.
Marcus stumbled back and inhaled in satisfaction, then blew the air out with a whistle. "That was great, definitely coming back to use you."
