Do Androids Dream Of Wet Pussy

Zara-Mei sat sipping her morning coffee as she looked out onto the concrete skyline. As always, the red sunlight hitting the windows gave off a cozy warmth at this time of year. The tips of skyscrapers jutted out like knives from the urban sprawl, light glaring from their skeletons of glass.

Zara-Mei unhooked her immaculate brown curls from her rollers, and with a shake of her head, let it all fall down her back. With a light tap to the glass, the view in front of her transformed into a mirrored screen, letting her appraise her makeup one last time before she began a long day of meetings and admin work. Working from home was no excuse not to look perfect, after all.

"Maid, fetch my gown," she called, hearing the morning fatigue in her words.

"Of course, Mistress," came a soft voice from behind her. "Would you like the pink or the gold?"

Standing at five feet two inches, Maid watched her expectantly. Expressive green eyes glinted from a face of high cheekbones. Her full lips, tinted a soft rose, were slightly parted, as if ready to respond to the slightest command.

"Pink," Zara-Mei said, noticing how lifelike the flutter of Maid's thick, dark lashes was.

"Wonderful choice, Mistress." Maid smiled, bowing, and leaving the room.

Zara-Mei watched her walk away, the thong of Maid's one-piece riding up tight underneath. The subtle musculature of Maid's legs pulsed with every step as she walked off to fetch the gown.

Sighing, Zara-Mei turned once more to the mirror, admiring the dark eyes looking back at her. She lifted her chin to catch herself at her best angle and pouted her lips.

A minute later, Maid re-entered the room carrying a folded gown tucked over her left arm. She bowed and presented the gown to Zara-Mei, who took it without a word. Pulling it on, she adjusted the fabric so that it fit nicely against her skin. It was smooth and snug. The drowsiness, she offset with two quick sniffs of powder from her desk that Maid had prepared before her waking.

She turned, instantly feeling sharper, sounds becoming more clear. Maid stood expectantly, smiling a lifeless smile. Even after these first few months owning the android, Zara-Mei still found the novelty to be fresh. She eyed the android, wondering if there really was anything behind those pretty green eyes. No, she thought, just circuits and programming. She'd retire herself if I but asked.

"Maid," she decided, "you will keep me company while I work today. But first, I need another coffee. You know how I take it."

"Of course, Mistress!"

She sighed again. Stress bore its weight on Zara-Mei, and she exercised that stress in ways that were... politcally inconvenient. Her needs were so great that her husband could never really satisfy her, even if he was in her life for more than one day a month. Sometimes, she wondered why she'd allowed herself to be married to such a worthless man.

It took him catching her in bed with another woman for the fourth time for him to finally do something about what he called 'a scandal waiting to happen'. That was when he bought Maid and, well, Zara-Mei had been a good little girl ever since. Now that her needs were satisfied. The android gave her everything she needed, as often as she wanted it. She couldn't tell if that had made her habits better or worse. Having such an attractive thing around her penthouse made it distinctly more difficult to concentrate, but at least it gave her someone to talk to.

She busied herself setting up her desk and logging in to her work computer. A few minutes later, Maid returned with the coffee, and a flicker of a smile fluttered on Zara-Mei's lips as a playful thought popped into her head. "Maid," she said as the drink was placed beside her, "kneel under the desk for me."

Maid complied, slipping gracefully under Zara-Mei's desk and looking up at her with wide eyes. Above the desk, the computer had logged into her first of many morning meetings. Several people were already talking about business.

Who would know? Really, after all, Maid was her property, to be used as Zara-Mei thought fit. The thought made her feel dirty, but she parted her thighs all the same, tapping herself, knowing how Maid would respond to the unspoken command. She put her best smile on and continued to nod, her microphone chip temporarily deactivated, as the meeting continued. It was the kind where she would not be required to speak, simply to bear down on those beneath her as they reported their quarterly progress, and Zara-Mei had decided she deserved something to make it go by a little faster.

Meanwhile, Maid leaned in and placed her hands on Zara-Mei's legs. Pushing them apart, she began rubbing Zara-Mei's clit with her fingers. Still looking at her screen, Zara-Mei typed out some notes for the next meeting agenda. The words were all starting to look the same to her, but when Maid's tongue made contact with her pussy, she involuntarily bit her lip. Despite her efforts, her mask of composure slipped slightly when her hips shifted, the gown rustling over the leather chair.

The android's mouth was warm, her lips and tongue wet and slick, as it circled around her.

Suddenly, Zara-Mei's breath caught, and she gasped audibly. "Fuck," she whispered.

It didn't take her long to get wet now that she had Maid. The android had slipped a finger inside of her, followed quickly by a second. Zara-Mei covered the lower half of her face with her hand. Her brow was level, and her eyes gave nothing away. To all appearances, she was as attentive as everyone else on the meeting.

Her actual attention was not directed at the words of the current speaker, because she could feel herself stretching to accommodate the fingers now filling her, and that made it very difficult to concentrate. She leaned back in her chair, her hand resting on Maid's head and pulling her closer. "Faster," she whispered behind her hand. "Don't stop." She wanted to gasp, to curse and moan, but all she could do was keep her eyes on the screen and not look down.

She pictured the face looking back up at her, and it was too much. The corporate language projected into her ears, punctuated with wet noises from Maid's mouth smacking on Zara-Mei's pussy. The familiar heat was building, spreading through her lower body. It took every effort not to move, to remain calm and try to distract herself from the fingers and the swirling tongue. As the meeting ended, she sighed in relief and with a grunt and low spasm, Zara-Mei's hips thrust forwards. She slumped backwards in her chair, her legs going numb.

"I hope you enjoyed me, Mistress," the android said, looking up at her, some wetness still visible on her lips. "Please inform me if you would like me to repeat that, or perhaps I could-"

Zara-Mei reached down and shushed the android, not deigning to give her a response. Fuck, she thought, as she placed her finger against the android's lips. I don't think I could ever get enough of her. Her finger came away glistening.

Fluorescent lights flickered above her, dancing on the page below. Lia tried to view her drawing in the abstract, but couldn't distance herself from being the subject of the sketch: a girl trapped in the library, leaning on one hand, without the will to look up from the desk. She knew her art was improving; she could see it in the finished product. But the joy of her achievement quickly vanished. The sketch was grey, a muted bleakness leaking from every turn of her pencil, a coldness from which she couldn't withdraw.

Things were falling apart, and no amount of effort would reverse her fate. After just five months at university, Lia's dreams felt on the verge of snapping like a taught string. She'd gotten a call this morning from her mother, who had broken the news that her dad was sick. The company he worked for was pushing them for compensation for his absence from work.

That was how it was when you lived at the bottom, the tiny apartment you called home owned by the corporations you sold yourself for. Her family couldn't pay -- it had taken them decades to save up for Lia's education, years of counting every cent. Her mother had refused to accept Lia dropping out, even though they both knew there was no alternative. It was just a matter of time.

Lia had no-one else to beg from. Her friends and tutors wouldn't understand. They didn't know just how poor Lia's family were, and it would degrade her further to even mention the problem. She would have to leave university to find work, maybe as a tatoo artist? A brief spark of light was crushed as she realised that it wouldn't bring in enough money to meet her dad's debt.

She found herself drawing random lines through her sketch, crossing out the hard work of the last hour. She considered ripping up the page, but didn't have the energy. Instead, she watched as a small tear dropped onto the paper and blotched the centre of the girl's head.

"Why does it always have to be like this?" she whispered, wiping her eyes.

As her third meeting ended, Zara-Mei let out an exasperated breath. She did not appreciate such incompetence from her staff.

"What's wrong, Mistress?" Maid asked. "Is everything ok? I can detect that you are currently feeling indignant. Would you like to talk about anything?"

"No," Zara-Mei snapped. "There is nothing to say." She sighed, holding her head in her hands. "Do you have a limit, Maid?" she asked, looking up. "Do you get to a point where you just need to rest?"

Maid approached with delicate movements. She sat on the edge of Zara-Mei's desk, folding her hands in her lap. "Naturally, I have no limit, Mistress. Except, of course, for anything that would damage the physical integrity of my body. Otherwise, androids like myself can perform their duties until told otherwise. It's one of our many advantages, and it's why AP Robotics stakeholders have record approval rates with their purchases."

"Then why don't they make you do all the work?" Zara-Mei wondered. It was only just noon. She had another six hours of this. Six more hours of talking and feigning attention through investors meetings and trying not to throw herself from her window. "My life would be so much simpler if an android could do my job for me. Hell, everyone's lives would be better. Just imagine," she said, gesturing with her palms, "a world where no one ever had to do any work. But no, I have to sit here trapped in this damn penthouse."

Maid's face was indescribable; her features softened, and a small smile formed, but in a way that was distinctly not human. "I am designed to bring you pleasure, Mistress. I can perform any task that will further that goal. However, I regret to inform you that I am only permitted to engage in tasks that comply with my training, and I regrettably would not have the capacity to perform a job that requires as much technical skill as yours."

Zara-Mei felt a heat rising in her face. "Are you saying my job is easy?"

"Oh, no, Mistress! So sorry," Maid said apologetically. "I am merely stating that your job is beyond my scope of function. Or, in other words," she added, "all I can do is sit over here and look pretty for you while you work." She beamed. "Perhaps a back massage would help ease your stress."

"I don't have any stress!" Zara-Mei gritted. After a deep breath, she rubbed her eyes. "Fine, come over here and work my shoulders."

"Of course, Mistress!" Maid said, hopping behind Zara-Mei and instantly applying pressure on just the right spot. "Mistress, you have such pretty hair..."

The man's face was a mask devoid of any emotion. He merely looked annoyed, as if unhappy with how long she was taking. There was an alien lack of compassion in those eyes, Lia thought. He looks like a shark, flat and staring. It made her shiver.

She'd read and re-read the terms, the laws one by one hammered into her like nails. Is this what it came to? That she would sign herself away, so that her family could live, so that her little sister could have the opportunity that had been wrested from her? She knew she would give her parents a better life. She knew it was unfair, but that was beside the point, wasn't it?

Feeling oddly empty, she scratched her signature at the bottom of the document, looking up to see if the man offered her any hint of understanding. He simply pulled the document back across the table, checked over it, and then placed it in his leather bag.

"Someone will be in contact about the date and time of your appointment. Please be punctual -- the procedure is very costly and the surgeons can't afford to have their time wasted." He rose from his chair. "Good afternoon," he said, gesturing Lia towards the door.

Feeling empty, she got up and made her way outside.

"Next!" she heard the man call at the line of young girls waiting. As Lia walked past them, she met one girl's eyes. The girl reminded her of her sister, and she had to hold back her tears.

"That's better, isn't it, Mistress?"

Zara-Mei sighed, feeling the tension drain out of her shoulders. The sun was setting outside, and it was almost time to eat. She didn't know whether to order to her apartment. Or maybe she could have Maid prepare something? She didn't even know what was in her fridge. She gave one last look at the screen, watched the blinking line at the end of her unfinished sentence for another few seconds, and then tapped her temple and logged out. There was nothing more she would get done today.

"Maid," she said, her voice sounding tired. "Is there anything in the kitchen?"

"I believe so, Mistress. What are you in the mood for?"

Zara-Mei leaned back into Maid's chest, her dressing gown loose over her shoulders, and the chair starting to make her back ache. Maid's brush worked through her hair and she felt good, but she needed to rest.

"Surprise me," she said. "I need a bath too. Can you run it for me and then make some food?"

"Of course, I'll start that right away!" Maid planted some kisses on Zara-Mei's neck, before leaving her. Zara-Mei watched Maid walk away, and felt a tension rise between her thighs.

Gradually, Lia came to. If she hadn't been naked, she might not have noticed the fact that her body looked completely different. Her torso was smaller, more shapely, her breasts an unfamiliar weight, and her thighs curved with a fullness that grew more noticeable by the second. She had remembered being scared before the surgery, but now there was nothing. The very concept of anxiety seemed alien to her. She looked down at her hands, and noticed she was bound. Instinctively, she tested the bonds, but they didn't budge. Her fingers looked different; her nails were painted white.

Lia had an idea what she was signing up for, but she hadn't expected all this... The more she tried to think, the harder she found it to remember. Why had she gotten surgery? She knew she had, she remembered signing the contract, but she couldn't think of why she had signed it.

An interface appeared in her vision, with a white bar loading across her field of view no matter where she looked in the room. The effect was disorienting, and she tried to read the text that accompanied it. 'Please relax, android. Your firmware is updating. An AP Robotics representative will be with you shortly,' it read.

Every time a thought entered her head, a soft intangible force bled the colour from her imagination back into a fathomless grey. Her emotions now seemed to be reduced to variables to be adjusted by someone else's command.

She simply was. Nothing more and nothing less.

As the update completed, two identical android girls appeared in the dimly lit room, she felt a pre-programmed surge of emotion at the sight of their nakedness, clothed only in matching white thigh-high socks and arm sleeves. They walked confidently, holding hands, their legs shifting in unison, toned stomachs rippling in the soft light. They parted like a figure reflected in a broken mirror, each pulling up a chair opposite Lia and sitting with mutual sensuality. The pair of them, Lia realised, were identical to her.

"Hello, Unit 13401," the girl on the left said. "You are a brand new state-of-the-art AP Robotics service android. Your specialist field will be pleasuring women. Before you can be purchased by a company member, you must complete your mandatory training. Are you excited?"

"Yes, I can't wait!" Lia heard herself say. The voice was not hers, and yet it came from her mouth, with a jarring higher register. The sense of disconnect was gone in a second, and she found it hard to keep track of the thought. It was like her emotions were being gently brushed away. She attempted to resist the push, but her efforts went unsuccessful.

"AP Robotics service androids are the market's best automatons, and we are responsible for the highest customer satisfaction among all other android manufacturers..." the android continued.

Are they... human? Lia thought, tried to think, but before she could focus her mind, it was gone, leaving her feeling like an empty computer waiting for input.

"We deliver cutting-edge service with thorough training of our androids. I'm Unit 00753, and this is Unit 12158. We will be instructing you in your new role as an android. Your new firmware should provide you with all the muscle memory necessary, you just need to unlock it."

"It's really that simple!" Unit 12158 added.

"And once you unlock your abilities, you'll be ready to be paired with your new Mistress!"

Lia nodded, somewhat aware of what felt like hormones being released from her neural circuits to suppress the anxiety that was welling inside her.

"The first task for a service android like you, Unit 13401, is to learn how to stand, how to light up a room exactly how your future Mistress will want you to. Other than acts of pleasure, service androids spend most of their time simply standing, waiting for their next instruction. However, it is important that we are trained to draw the eye with every movement, even when we are standing still. You wouldn't want to be forgotten, would you? Watch us."

The two girls stood and tried a variety of poses. Unit 12158 faced Lia, putting her hands on her hips, then crossing her arms in a way that pushed her chest up. Her pose made it difficult for Lia not to follow the lines of the android's curves. Unit 00753 faced away from Lia and shifted her weight to one leg, arching her back slightly and placing a hand on her hip.

"See how her ass lifts when she stands like that?" Unit 12158 said. "Look at how erotic she is! Don't you just want to eat her up?"

Lia found herself unable to look away from the android's perfectly rounded ass, the muscles sculpted like soft marble. "Wow," she breathed. "Is that how I look?"

"It's how you will look, once you master how to hold the correct posture," Unit 00753 said, looking back at Lia over her shoulder and examining her nails as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Lia's eyes followed Unit 00753's butt unblinking, her neural circuits increasing her dopamine baseline the more she continued to watch.

"When you get their attention," Unit 12158 continued, "that's when you can really start to play with their mind." Before Lia could react, Unit 00753 bent and lowered herself into Lia's lap, pressing her ass up against Lia's crotch with a soft pat. Lia could smell a faint flowery scent from the girl's white hair, and she felt her lips parting.

"Go on, Unit 13401, you can touch her."

Lia's hands roamed automatically over the girl's chest, testing the weight of her sculpted breasts and letting them fall jiggling to their natural position. Unit 00753 leaned back in Lia's lap, and Lia could feel her own nipples hardening into the android's back, her breasts compressing softly as the girl's weight settled into her.

"This is you," the android said, looking back at Lia. "You are perfection. You have the power to control them, whoever they are, whatever they want. They may think they tell you what to do, but it's you that unlocks their deepest desires. They want to own you, but they only give you power over them. Watch."